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 Burkina and from New York.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 marimba 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 Nation of Ulysses to the electroclash 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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Sister Nancy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Suicide,
The Buckinghams,
Radio Birdman,
ABC,
Eurythmics,
Marmalade,
Banda Bassotti,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Absolute Body Control,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
FM Einheit,
Pole,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Average White Band,
Pere Ubu,
Yellowson,
A Certain Ratio,
The Mummies,
Ossler,
Joensuu 1685,
Idris Muhammad,
Youth Brigade,
Maurizio,
Aural Exciters,
The Leaves,
Eve St. Jones,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Camouflage,
Rhythm & Sound,
Tres Demented,
Faust,
The Doors,
Kayak,
Livin' Joy,
Tubeway Army,
Jeff Lynne,
Flipper,
Donny Hathaway,
DJ Style,
Donald Byrd,
the Germs,
Rufus Thomas,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Faraquet,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bizarre Inc.,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Soft Cell,
Moss Icon,
The Raincoats,
Scrapy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.