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 Belize and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Con Funk Shun to the funk 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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Accadde A,
Nico,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Barracudas,
Sexual Harrassment,
Amon Düül,
Trumans Water,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Visage,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Techniques,
Glenn Branca,
Audionom,
the Normal,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Seeds,
Roxette,
Massinfluence,
Gang Green,
Yazoo,
Minutemen,
Jerry Gold Smith,
UT,
Khruangbin,
Steve Hackett,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Soul II Soul,
Interpol,
the Bar-Kays,
Lakeside,
Boz Scaggs,
The Fire Engines,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bang On A Can,
Kerri Chandler,
DNA,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Moleskins,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ronan,
Quantec,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Brand Nubian,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Black Dice,
Deepchord,
Yusef Lateef,
Inner City,
Marmalade,
The Birthday Party,
Easy Going,
Howard Jones,
The Kinks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.