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 Ireland and from London.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Tres Demented to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Letta Mbulu,
Crispy Ambulance,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Surgeon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
Organ,
Delon & Dalcan,
Cheater Slicks,
Nils Olav,
Pagans,
Idris Muhammad,
In Retrospect,
Tim Buckley,
Mary Jane Girls,
Amon Düül,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Joe Finger,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Crooked Eye,
Pantaleimon,
Pierre Henry,
Radio Birdman,
Angry Samoans,
The Monochrome Set,
Y Pants,
Spandau Ballet,
The Leaves,
Bad Manners,
The Alarm Clocks,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Dual Sessions,
Public Enemy,
John Lydon,
Blake Baxter,
Technova,
Rhythm & Sound,
A Certain Ratio,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Cramps,
Davy DMX,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Monks,
Jeff Lynne,
the Swans,
Whodini,
The Cure,
Josef K,
Brand Nubian,
Mad Mike,
D'Angelo,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Moleskins,
Danielle Patucci,
Bobbi Humphrey,
CMW,
Moss Icon,
Oneida,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.