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 Ecuador and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
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 Connie Case to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Cal Tjader,
Ronan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The United States of America,
R.M.O.,
Skriet,
Panda Bear,
Soulsonic Force,
Zero Boys,
Pylon,
Eric Copeland,
Mandrill,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kool Moe Dee,
Marine Girls,
Aswad,
The Cramps,
L. Decosne,
Pulsallama,
Electric Light Orchestra,
X-101,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Happenings,
Camberwell Now,
John Holt,
The Golliwogs,
LL Cool J,
One Last Wish,
Thee Headcoats,
a-ha,
The Grass Roots,
Stetsasonic,
Grandmaster Flash,
Howard Jones,
The Last Poets,
Peter & Gordon,
Swell Maps,
Flipper,
D'Angelo,
Jacob Miller,
The Zeros,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Searchers,
Joe Finger,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gong,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
This Heat,
Darondo,
Television Personalities,
Organ,
Tears for Fears,
Alice Coltrane,
the Swans,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sixth Finger,
Suicide,
Magma,
Delta 5,
Drexciya,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.