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 Peru and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mumbai.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the oboe 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 Brothers Johnson to the dance 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 The Standells. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord 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 organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
The Stooges,
Circle Jerks,
Toni Rubio,
Hoover,
The Fugs,
Altered Images,
U.S. Maple,
Grey Daturas,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Outsiders,
Excepter,
Alice Coltrane,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The J.B.'s,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Moody Blues,
Shoche,
Mr. Review,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fat Boys,
Boz Scaggs,
Derrick May,
The Mummies,
Schoolly D,
Aaron Thompson,
Model 500,
Cheater Slicks,
Lou Reed,
Scan 7,
Freddie Wadling,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sexual Harrassment,
Wings,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Kinks,
Graham Central Station,
Maleditus Sound,
Blancmange,
Ossler,
D'Angelo,
Newcleus,
Rites of Spring,
Crooked Eye,
Bang On A Can,
John Foxx,
Sparks,
Negative Approach,
Average White Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
Morten Harket,
Pantaleimon,
Fad Gadget,
Youth Brigade,
R.M.O.,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lalann,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.