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 Liechtenstein and from Delhi.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the rhodes 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 8 Eyed Spy to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
The Dead C,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Brick,
Donald Byrd,
Symarip,
Flipper,
The Knickerbockers,
Negative Approach,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Blancmange,
Scion,
Nik Kershaw,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
10cc,
Harpers Bizarre,
DJ Sneak,
Dark Day,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
K-Klass,
The Tremeloes,
The Zeros,
Agitation Free,
Pharoah Sanders,
Marine Girls,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Neil Young,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mandrill,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Aloha Tigers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Dead Boys,
Kevin Saunderson,
Funky Four + One,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Kinks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Von Mondo,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Todd Rundgren,
Unwound,
Radiohead,
Heaven 17,
Hot Snakes,
Blossom Toes,
The Moody Blues,
The Velvet Underground,
Drexciya,
The Angels of Light,
Minny Pops,
E-Dancer,
New York Dolls,
Morten Harket,
Surgeon,
The Gladiators,
Cymande,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.