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 Poland and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 clarinet 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 Zapp to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Quando Quango,
the Normal,
June Days,
Pulsallama,
Avey Tare,
Stiv Bators,
The Modern Lovers,
Dennis Brown,
Al Stewart,
Deakin,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Gories,
Derrick May,
Index,
Camberwell Now,
Inner City,
John Holt,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Banda Bassotti,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bush Tetras,
Pierre Henry,
Eurythmics,
Soul II Soul,
The Birthday Party,
Little Man,
Lebanon Hanover,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
This Heat,
Minor Threat,
Freddie Wadling,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Reuben Wilson,
Organ,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Thee Headcoats,
Flash Fearless,
Roy Ayers,
The Misunderstood,
A Certain Ratio,
Ultimate Spinach,
Chrome,
T. Rex,
Second Layer,
The Durutti Column,
D'Angelo,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lightning Bolt,
Jimmy McGriff,
Scan 7,
The Walker Brothers,
Average White Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mars,
B.T. Express,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Skarface,
Sister Nancy,
Jacques Brel,
Symarip,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.