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 Albania and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 chamberlin 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 Aswad to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Matthew Halsall,
Sight & Sound,
Minny Pops,
Bad Manners,
X-101,
Interpol,
X-Ray Spex,
Scrapy,
Cybotron,
The Smoke,
Popol Vuh,
the Normal,
The Moleskins,
Pere Ubu,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pulsallama,
Subhumans,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
ABC,
Qualms,
Unwound,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Smiths,
Monks,
Yaz,
Lou Christie,
Porter Ricks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pet Shop Boys,
Harmonia,
Mission of Burma,
Joe Finger,
Carl Craig,
The Golliwogs,
Make Up,
Stiv Bators,
The Alarm Clocks,
Roxy Music,
Todd Rundgren,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Blues Magoos,
The Moody Blues,
Franke,
The American Breed,
Saccharine Trust,
The Toasters,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Scott Walker,
The Velvet Underground,
Kenny Larkin,
Bush Tetras,
The Five Americans,
The Cowsills,
The Slits,
Fugazi,
David Axelrod,
Inner City,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Dirtbombs,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.