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 Spain and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 güiro 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 Jacob Miller to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
the Swans,
Gichy Dan,
Kas Product,
Young Marble Giants,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sight & Sound,
Outsiders,
James White and The Blacks,
Nik Kershaw,
Rakim,
Blancmange,
The Saints,
Pulsallama,
U.S. Maple,
Schoolly D,
Ultra Naté,
Aloha Tigers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ice-T,
The Durutti Column,
Morten Harket,
Adolescents,
Slave,
Danielle Patucci,
Skaos,
Black Moon,
Johnny Osbourne,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
June of 44,
Robert Görl,
Pole,
Bang On A Can,
Rod Modell,
Joy Division,
Black Pus,
The Happenings,
Chrome,
Gerry Rafferty,
Heaven 17,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Gap Band,
Dead Boys,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
F. McDonald,
Jawbox,
Mission of Burma,
the Human League,
Eden Ahbez,
Joyce Sims,
Supertramp,
Magma,
Rhythm & Sound,
Wolf Eyes,
Stetsasonic,
Lalo Schifrin,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Erykah Badu,
Kenny Larkin,
L. Decosne,
Babytalk,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.