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 Ireland and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 spring reverb 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 Clear Light to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls 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 spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Mr. Review,
Donny Hathaway,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lightning Bolt,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Tubeway Army,
The Moleskins,
Qualms,
The Star Department,
The Birthday Party,
The Fire Engines,
Easy Going,
Con Funk Shun,
The Red Krayola,
Echospace,
The Mummies,
Flash Fearless,
Loose Ends,
AZ,
The Dave Clark Five,
Subhumans,
Barry Ungar,
June of 44,
John Foxx,
Sonic Youth,
Urselle,
Kas Product,
Ronnie Foster,
The Count Five,
Country Teasers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Boogie Down Productions,
Spoonie Gee,
Bill Near,
Cheater Slicks,
Peter & Gordon,
Mandrill,
F. McDonald,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ten City,
Eric Dolphy,
Bill Wells,
The Durutti Column,
Y Pants,
World's Most,
the Human League,
Delon & Dalcan,
JFA,
Pulsallama,
Cybotron,
Sällskapet,
Bad Manners,
Rakim,
Mantronix,
Sandy B,
Brass Construction,
Whodini,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.