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 Estonia and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Charles Mingus to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Simply Red,
Matthew Halsall,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Zeros,
The Buckinghams,
Iggy Pop,
Jimmy McGriff,
Roger Hodgson,
Suburban Knight,
Flipper,
Aaron Thompson,
Sun Ra,
Underground Resistance,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kenny Larkin,
K-Klass,
Nik Kershaw,
Max Romeo,
Agitation Free,
The Star Department,
Half Japanese,
Josef K,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
John Lydon,
Mad Mike,
Marcia Griffiths,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Judy Mowatt,
The Raincoats,
Crooked Eye,
Can,
La Düsseldorf,
Average White Band,
Pere Ubu,
MDC,
Eli Mardock,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Absolute Body Control,
Crime,
The Alarm Clocks,
Byron Stingily,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Janne Schatter,
Massinfluence,
Susan Cadogan,
Youth Brigade,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Grey Daturas,
Smog,
Inner City,
These Immortal Souls,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Quadrant,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Albert Ayler,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.