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 Burkina and from Lille.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bang On A Can to the disco 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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Nation of Ulysses,
Dual Sessions,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Barracudas,
Fatback Band,
Echospace,
Albert Ayler,
Thompson Twins,
Letta Mbulu,
Rekid,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Negative Approach,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
K-Klass,
Morten Harket,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Adolescents,
48th St. Collective,
Soft Machine,
Barry Ungar,
Neu!,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fluxion,
Average White Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Gun Club,
The Blackbyrds,
Gabor Szabo,
Rufus Thomas,
Yusef Lateef,
The Remains,
Lindisfarne,
OOIOO,
Harpers Bizarre,
Interpol,
The Misunderstood,
Joe Smooth,
Yellowson,
Ultravox,
The Buckinghams,
Michelle Simonal,
Rotary Connection,
Scan 7,
The United States of America,
Delta 5,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Fortunes,
Massinfluence,
Barrington Levy,
Ossler,
Stiv Bators,
Black Moon,
Metal Thangz,
Terry Callier,
Idris Muhammad,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
One Last Wish,
Cybotron,
These Immortal Souls,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.