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 Paraguay and from Philadelphia.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lyon.
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 clarinet 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 Lebanon Hanover 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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
The Dave Clark Five,
Suburban Knight,
The Leaves,
The Fuzztones,
Camouflage,
Lyres,
Fela Kuti,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Tubeway Army,
The Red Krayola,
Lakeside,
Davy DMX,
Stiv Bators,
The Mojo Men,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eli Mardock,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ponytail,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Barry Ungar,
Bobby Sherman,
Newcleus,
Eve St. Jones,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pantytec,
The Martian,
Urselle,
These Immortal Souls,
ABC,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Flash Fearless,
Flipper,
Marmalade,
CMW,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Black Dice,
Kool Moe Dee,
Todd Rundgren,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Desert Stars,
Wire,
Agent Orange,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Groovy Waters,
DNA,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Half Japanese,
Girls At Our Best!,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Aswad,
Public Image Ltd.,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kurtis Blow,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
John Holt,
Nico,
The Young Rascals,
Interpol,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.