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 Kyrgyzstan and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Normal to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare 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 güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
China Crisis,
Minny Pops,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Siglo XX,
Pantytec,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
David Axelrod,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Erykah Badu,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Warsaw,
Mad Mike,
The Knickerbockers,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Real Kids,
Amazonics,
The Detroit Cobras,
Joey Negro,
Maurizio,
Eurythmics,
Bronski Beat,
Rod Modell,
Sonic Youth,
Talk Talk,
Roy Ayers,
ABC,
Von Mondo,
Prince Buster,
the Human League,
Mark Hollis,
The Slackers,
Icehouse,
These Immortal Souls,
Arab on Radar,
The Monks,
Anakelly,
Fat Boys,
Moebius,
The Grass Roots,
X-102,
The Motions,
Graham Central Station,
Fatback Band,
Reagan Youth,
The Beau Brummels,
Lucky Dragons,
The Cowsills,
The Barracudas,
Japan,
Bang On A Can,
Aaron Thompson,
Shuggie Otis,
Skaos,
The Wake,
Gang Gang Dance,
Chris & Cosey,
Model 500,
Drive Like Jehu,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.