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 Singapore and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Donald Fagen 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 Outsiders to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
E-Dancer,
Soft Cell,
Lakeside,
Infiniti,
Marine Girls,
Kaleidoscope,
Schoolly D,
Mr. Review,
the Germs,
The Smiths,
Eddi Front,
Procol Harum,
One Last Wish,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
U.S. Maple,
D'Angelo,
Tommy Roe,
Robert Görl,
Nirvana,
Agitation Free,
Franke,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Saccharine Trust,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Alphaville,
X-101,
Gang Starr,
Dorothy Ashby,
Wolf Eyes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Desert Stars,
Gerry Rafferty,
Tears for Fears,
Second Layer,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Motions,
Althea and Donna,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Talk Talk,
the Association,
The Fortunes,
10cc,
Barrington Levy,
Essential Logic,
Can,
Erykah Badu,
Rotary Connection,
The Vogues,
Smog,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The American Breed,
DNA,
Toni Rubio,
Hardrive,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bobby Womack,
Moss Icon,
Visage,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.