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 Saudi Arabia and from Philadelphia.
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 Shanghai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Wake to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Black Pus,
DJ Style,
Public Image Ltd.,
Unwound,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Music Machine,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Matthew Bourne,
Icehouse,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fatback Band,
Amon Düül II,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Isaac Hayes,
Lou Christie,
Marine Girls,
Neu!,
Motorama,
The Neon Judgement,
The Moody Blues,
EPMD,
Rufus Thomas,
Wings,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Normal,
the Bar-Kays,
Bauhaus,
T. Rex,
The Fall,
The Victims,
World's Most,
Todd Terry,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Suicide,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cecil Taylor,
Scott Walker,
Zapp,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Sonics,
The Residents,
Young Marble Giants,
The Slackers,
Shoche,
Byron Stingily,
Monks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Yellowson,
Barclay James Harvest,
Severed Heads,
Kerri Chandler,
Silicon Teens,
Gang Green,
The Red Krayola,
The Trojans,
Newcleus,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gong,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.