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 Ivory Coast 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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 808 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 Lower 48 to the funk 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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Spandau Ballet,
The Knickerbockers,
Basic Channel,
Alton Ellis,
The Sound,
Joyce Sims,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Moss Icon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Juan Atkins,
Simply Red,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Agent Orange,
the Swans,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Walker Brothers,
Flipper,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Junior Murvin,
Mantronix,
The Music Machine,
The Offenders,
Aloha Tigers,
Fat Boys,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Procol Harum,
Boz Scaggs,
Lebanon Hanover,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dawn Penn,
Theoretical Girls,
Grey Daturas,
The Pop Group,
John Holt,
Man Parrish,
Soul II Soul,
Big Daddy Kane,
DNA,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lucky Dragons,
Bill Wells,
Jerry's Kids,
The United States of America,
Slave,
Scion,
Pussy Galore,
10cc,
Johnny Clarke,
Whodini,
Funkadelic,
The Five Americans,
Can,
Neu!,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
U.S. Maple,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.