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 Thailand and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 The Black Dice to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ralphi Rosario,
Joe Smooth,
Joe Finger,
Bang On A Can,
Q and Not U,
OOIOO,
Freddie Wadling,
Dawn Penn,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gong,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Electric Prunes,
The Techniques,
Audionom,
Kerri Chandler,
Rapeman,
Flipper,
The Gap Band,
Suburban Knight,
Soul II Soul,
Organ,
Bobby Sherman,
Ludus,
Nico,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Don Cherry,
Von Mondo,
Liliput,
Amon Düül II,
Quantec,
Joyce Sims,
The Kinks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Big Daddy Kane,
Danielle Patucci,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Black Bananas,
Faraquet,
Alice Coltrane,
The Blackbyrds,
Alison Limerick,
Dark Day,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Fugs,
kango's stein massive,
John Holt,
The Leaves,
Terrestrial Tones,
The United States of America,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Crash Course in Science,
Alton Ellis,
Pharoah Sanders,
Boogie Down Productions,
Television Personalities,
Index,
Robert Hood,
La Düsseldorf,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Black Pus,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.