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 Tunisia and from Delhi.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the jazz 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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Quantec,
Lakeside,
Patti Smith,
The Gories,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Vogues,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Desert Stars,
Gichy Dan,
The Invisible,
Black Bananas,
Malaria!,
Symarip,
Gong,
Crispy Ambulance,
Joy Division,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rosa Yemen,
Fatback Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Spoonie Gee,
Terry Callier,
Procol Harum,
Godley & Creme,
Soul Sonic Force,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Matthew Bourne,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Minor Threat,
Suburban Knight,
Hoover,
Grey Daturas,
Rites of Spring,
Grandmaster Flash,
Don Cherry,
Swans,
Nils Olav,
Quadrant,
Camberwell Now,
Carl Craig,
Roxette,
Graham Central Station,
Circle Jerks,
Pulsallama,
Youth Brigade,
Rotary Connection,
Babytalk,
Stereo Dub,
La Düsseldorf,
Gregory Isaacs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rapeman,
The Litter,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rufus Thomas,
Aural Exciters,
Agent Orange,
The Music Machine,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.