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 Philippines and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 arpeggiator 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 Ossler to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Country Teasers,
Motorama,
Popol Vuh,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kool Moe Dee,
Radiohead,
Prince Buster,
Bootsy Collins,
Kerrie Biddell,
Adolescents,
Minny Pops,
Half Japanese,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ten City,
Kayak,
The Searchers,
Echospace,
Blancmange,
Cal Tjader,
Johnny Clarke,
Absolute Body Control,
Robert Hood,
Magma,
Grauzone,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sun City Girls,
The Misunderstood,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Janne Schatter,
Fifty Foot Hose,
John Holt,
Boredoms,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jacob Miller,
James White and The Blacks,
Rakim,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pagans,
Procol Harum,
Morten Harket,
Big Daddy Kane,
Y Pants,
Ralphi Rosario,
Crash Course in Science,
The Wake,
Essential Logic,
Khruangbin,
Stiv Bators,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eden Ahbez,
Wire,
David Axelrod,
Ice-T,
Sun Ra,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Al Stewart,
PIL,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Guru Guru,
Nick Fraelich,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.