Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Iran and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Barry Ungar to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
A Flock of Seagulls,
New Order,
Rites of Spring,
Black Pus,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Slackers,
Dual Sessions,
Chrome,
Yaz,
The Gories,
The Angels of Light,
June of 44,
Drexciya,
Hot Snakes,
These Immortal Souls,
Ultravox,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Association,
Babytalk,
Sexual Harrassment,
Soul Sonic Force,
Q and Not U,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
China Crisis,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Colin Newman,
Essential Logic,
Danielle Patucci,
Can,
Fugazi,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Knickerbockers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Donny Hathaway,
Banda Bassotti,
The Seeds,
Unrelated Segments,
Tropical Tobacco,
Godley & Creme,
Pulsallama,
John Foxx,
Monolake,
The Cowsills,
Scientists,
Ituana,
The Fire Engines,
Stiv Bators,
The Saints,
Unwound,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rosa Yemen,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Leonard Cohen,
Charles Mingus,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Quando Quango,
Whodini,
Neil Young,
Vainqueur,
Clear Light,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.