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 Ecuador and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 EPMD to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
John Cale,
K-Klass,
Stockholm Monsters,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Tremeloes,
Cal Tjader,
Animal Collective,
Alice Coltrane,
Cymande,
AZ,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Victims,
Donny Hathaway,
Porter Ricks,
The Misunderstood,
The Residents,
Pulsallama,
Robert Hood,
Freddie Wadling,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Smog,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Skatalites,
Das Ding,
The Beau Brummels,
Leonard Cohen,
Matthew Bourne,
These Immortal Souls,
James Chance & The Contortions,
a-ha,
The Dead C,
The Black Dice,
Rites of Spring,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Magazine,
Excepter,
Idris Muhammad,
Underground Resistance,
Bill Wells,
Hot Snakes,
Ultimate Spinach,
Blossom Toes,
Scott Walker,
Camberwell Now,
The Trojans,
Girls At Our Best!,
Accadde A,
Prince Buster,
Dawn Penn,
Mandrill,
Lyres,
MC5,
Siglo XX,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Gories,
Inner City,
Pussy Galore,
The Dave Clark Five,
Roy Ayers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.