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 Solomon Islands and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Dark Day to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
E-Dancer,
Barry Ungar,
Spoonie Gee,
Crispian St. Peters,
Neu!,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bootsy Collins,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Warsaw,
Donald Byrd,
Marvin Gaye,
Black Bananas,
Tommy Roe,
Tim Buckley,
Moss Icon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Reagan Youth,
Aswad,
Pet Shop Boys,
Janne Schatter,
Gang Green,
Marshall Jefferson,
OOIOO,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Evens,
The Kinks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Spandau Ballet,
Gong,
Ituana,
Kaleidoscope,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Arcadia,
Rakim,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
China Crisis,
Alton Ellis,
Q65,
The Cure,
Sun Ra,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rites of Spring,
Althea and Donna,
Max Romeo,
Boz Scaggs,
The Litter,
The Doors,
Kurtis Blow,
Chris Corsano,
Scan 7,
Brick,
Nirvana,
The Tremeloes,
the Human League,
Niagra,
X-Ray Spex,
Little Man,
Roger Hodgson,
The Offenders,
The Blues Magoos,
Traffic Nightmare,
H. Thieme,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.