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 Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 ABBA to the grime 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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jawbox,
a-ha,
The Cowsills,
Chrome,
Funkadelic,
Kas Product,
Main Source,
Outsiders,
Panda Bear,
Scrapy,
Banda Bassotti,
T. Rex,
Dual Sessions,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sun City Girls,
The Misunderstood,
Flipper,
Hashim,
Accadde A,
The Angels of Light,
Bootsy Collins,
The Real Kids,
Essential Logic,
The Buckinghams,
Dawn Penn,
Minny Pops,
Bang On A Can,
UT,
Lyres,
Don Cherry,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Blancmange,
Dark Day,
Nick Fraelich,
Japan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Human League,
The Smoke,
New Order,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Franke,
Ultravox,
The Slits,
Ronan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eli Mardock,
Surgeon,
Bobby Sherman,
Radio Birdman,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The J.B.'s,
Warsaw,
The Gladiators,
The Move,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.