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 El Salvador 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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Sister Nancy to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Negative Approach,
Junior Murvin,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Porter Ricks,
the Slits,
David Axelrod,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Talk Talk,
Joe Finger,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Faraquet,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Slave,
Kayak,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Scrapy,
Donny Hathaway,
Ultimate Spinach,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lindisfarne,
Underground Resistance,
The Walker Brothers,
Letta Mbulu,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lungfish,
Dual Sessions,
The Gap Band,
Gang Starr,
Mo-Dettes,
Neu!,
LL Cool J,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Byron Stingily,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sandy B,
John Lydon,
Bang On A Can,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Golliwogs,
Harry Pussy,
David McCallum,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Magazine,
Amazonics,
Boredoms,
Andrew Hill,
Sight & Sound,
Eurythmics,
Terrestrial Tones,
Schoolly D,
Alison Limerick,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Nick Fraelich,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jandek,
Toni Rubio,
EPMD,
New Order,
Sugar Minott,
Cal Tjader,
The Index,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.