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 Antigua and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Boz Scaggs to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bobby Sherman,
Stetsasonic,
Maleditus Sound,
Interpol,
Japan,
Matthew Halsall,
Minny Pops,
Bang On A Can,
8 Eyed Spy,
Boredoms,
Sixth Finger,
the Sonics,
Zero Boys,
Matthew Bourne,
Tim Buckley,
Marshall Jefferson,
Aural Exciters,
Surgeon,
Marvin Gaye,
Donny Hathaway,
Lyres,
Section 25,
Arcadia,
Masters at Work,
The Beau Brummels,
Clear Light,
Wire,
The Remains,
Thompson Twins,
T. Rex,
Arthur Verocai,
Chris Corsano,
Tomorrow,
Gabor Szabo,
The Techniques,
Tubeway Army,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rotary Connection,
D'Angelo,
Nation of Ulysses,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
La Düsseldorf,
Parry Music,
The Martian,
Main Source,
The Saints,
Jawbox,
Isaac Hayes,
Eden Ahbez,
The Gories,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
June Days,
Kerrie Biddell,
Swans,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Slick Rick,
Shuggie Otis,
Underground Resistance,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.