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 Nepal and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Gerry Rafferty to the jazz 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 The Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Heaven 17,
The Birthday Party,
Essential Logic,
Lucky Dragons,
Derrick Morgan,
Stiv Bators,
Stockholm Monsters,
Nik Kershaw,
Ponytail,
Lightning Bolt,
Sarah Menescal,
Electric Prunes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
This Heat,
The Names,
F. McDonald,
Boz Scaggs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ronnie Foster,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Barclay James Harvest,
Johnny Clarke,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ornette Coleman,
Yazoo,
Public Enemy,
The Moody Blues,
Neil Young,
Minnie Riperton,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gang of Four,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Swans,
Interpol,
Sun City Girls,
Reagan Youth,
Warren Ellis,
The Kinks,
Suburban Knight,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Alarm Clocks,
Amazonics,
Henry Cow,
Kool Moe Dee,
Parry Music,
The Skatalites,
Duran Duran,
Jandek,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sound Behaviour,
Colin Newman,
Franke,
Eve St. Jones,
Juan Atkins,
Aloha Tigers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ice-T,
The Busters,
Joe Smooth,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.