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 Haiti and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Kerrie Biddell to the dance 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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Bill Near,
Todd Rundgren,
Country Teasers,
10cc,
the Germs,
The Gories,
JFA,
Gichy Dan,
Babytalk,
Alton Ellis,
China Crisis,
Warren Ellis,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Slick Rick,
The J.B.'s,
Ice-T,
The Invisible,
Bobby Sherman,
Essential Logic,
Freddie Wadling,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
X-101,
Talk Talk,
Mo-Dettes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Neon Judgement,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Quadrant,
Junior Murvin,
the Normal,
Joensuu 1685,
Hot Snakes,
Terrestrial Tones,
U.S. Maple,
Roxette,
DJ Sneak,
Lucky Dragons,
Leonard Cohen,
Loose Ends,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Dirtbombs,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Walker Brothers,
Clear Light,
Visage,
The Gladiators,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Au Pairs,
Sonic Youth,
Faraquet,
Brand Nubian,
Adolescents,
James White and The Blacks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sarah Menescal,
Ossler,
Ituana,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sun City Girls,
Wolf Eyes,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.