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 Liechtenstein and from Mumbai.
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 Tokyo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Matthew Bourne to the techno 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 The Remains. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Donald Byrd,
Arthur Verocai,
Joe Finger,
The Martian,
Judy Mowatt,
Panda Bear,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Zeros,
Amon Düül II,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Country Teasers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eddi Front,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Yellowson,
Kenny Larkin,
Stetsasonic,
The Litter,
cv313,
The J.B.'s,
The Offenders,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bobby Byrd,
Tommy Roe,
Sandy B,
Howard Jones,
Average White Band,
Outsiders,
Max Romeo,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Wake,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Stooges,
Cameo,
DJ Style,
Ken Boothe,
Glenn Branca,
Desert Stars,
Boz Scaggs,
Arab on Radar,
Lightning Bolt,
Susan Cadogan,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gang Gang Dance,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dawn Penn,
The Modern Lovers,
Franke,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gong,
Sun City Girls,
Hot Snakes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Q and Not U,
Roxette,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bill Wells,
The Fuzztones,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.