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 Hungary and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 808 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 Tomorrow to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
The Durutti Column,
The Doobie Brothers,
Todd Terry,
Frankie Knuckles,
Funky Four + One,
K-Klass,
Darondo,
Donny Hathaway,
The American Breed,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nirvana,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
David Bowie,
Erykah Badu,
Bootsy Collins,
The Martian,
Gil Scott Heron,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eli Mardock,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Matthew Bourne,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Harpers Bizarre,
Los Fastidios,
Soulsonic Force,
Newcleus,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Offenders,
Boogie Down Productions,
Yaz,
In Retrospect,
Eric Dolphy,
Metal Thangz,
Sonic Youth,
Faust,
Average White Band,
Juan Atkins,
Visage,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Saints,
Qualms,
Loose Ends,
Moby Grape,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Talk Talk,
Black Flag,
Sam Rivers,
Bob Dylan,
Scientists,
Cybotron,
Gang of Four,
Reagan Youth,
Skaos,
Gabor Szabo,
Soul Sonic Force,
Josef K,
These Immortal Souls,
Hoover,
Tomorrow,
Bad Manners,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.