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 Dominica and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Hasil Adkins to the jazz 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 the Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
Icehouse,
Technova,
Malaria!,
Gang Starr,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Hot Snakes,
Roxy Music,
Ash Ra Tempel,
X-Ray Spex,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Darondo,
Crispy Ambulance,
Supertramp,
Joe Finger,
Babytalk,
Crime,
Banda Bassotti,
Susan Cadogan,
Reuben Wilson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Soulsonic Force,
Alphaville,
Subhumans,
Lower 48,
Brand Nubian,
Bill Near,
Animal Collective,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bob Dylan,
PIL,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eve St. Jones,
A Certain Ratio,
The Invisible,
Cymande,
Qualms,
Judy Mowatt,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Moleskins,
Amon Düül,
X-101,
The Vogues,
Kerrie Biddell,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Tom Boy,
Flamin' Groovies,
FM Einheit,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Sonics,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Con Funk Shun,
Soft Machine,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Durutti Column,
Blossom Toes,
Public Image Ltd.,
Agitation Free,
Guru Guru,
Slave,
The Five Americans,
AZ,
The Saints,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.