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 Korea North and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the guitar 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 Skaos to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Bizarre Inc.,
Echospace,
Cluster,
Scrapy,
Pere Ubu,
Sugar Minott,
June Days,
Minor Threat,
Sandy B,
John Foxx,
Marmalade,
Masters at Work,
Nik Kershaw,
The Gap Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kerri Chandler,
Nick Fraelich,
Duran Duran,
Pussy Galore,
Mo-Dettes,
Tommy Roe,
The Misunderstood,
Neil Young,
Drive Like Jehu,
T. Rex,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Buzzcocks,
the Normal,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Theoretical Girls,
the Slits,
Rakim,
Bobby Byrd,
Deepchord,
DJ Sneak,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
Siglo XX,
The Offenders,
Harmonia,
The Busters,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Whodini,
The Mummies,
cv313,
Black Bananas,
The Knickerbockers,
Mantronix,
Sun City Girls,
The Kinks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Danielle Patucci,
The Happenings,
Darondo,
Marvin Gaye,
Niagra,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
kango's stein massive,
Ten City,
The Litter,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.