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 Colombia and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 guitar 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 Joe Finger to the electroclash 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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
The Music Machine,
Accadde A,
the Association,
Cal Tjader,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Toni Rubio,
Eve St. Jones,
Smog,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sandy B,
Gichy Dan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Popol Vuh,
The Selecter,
Amon Düül,
Goldenarms,
Scratch Acid,
The Happenings,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Matthew Bourne,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Misunderstood,
Aural Exciters,
Bang On A Can,
Robert Wyatt,
The Fugs,
DJ Sneak,
Lebanon Hanover,
Josef K,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Surgeon,
Parry Music,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Kinks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Judy Mowatt,
Slave,
Ice-T,
Joyce Sims,
The Associates,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Juan Atkins,
ABBA,
Ludus,
Unrelated Segments,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bobby Byrd,
Flamin' Groovies,
Minor Threat,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Porter Ricks,
Kaleidoscope,
The Martian,
Arthur Verocai,
Grey Daturas,
Bob Dylan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
Tomorrow,
New York Dolls,
David Bowie,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.