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 Dominican Republic and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ 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 Roger Hodgson to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Vladislav Delay,
Deakin,
The Barracudas,
Todd Rundgren,
Model 500,
The Birthday Party,
Agent Orange,
Al Stewart,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Wasted Youth,
Motorama,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jerry's Kids,
The New Christs,
Girls At Our Best!,
John Cale,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Dave Gahan,
Hoover,
Rakim,
Kevin Saunderson,
Smog,
The Sonics,
Stiv Bators,
Pagans,
H. Thieme,
The Cramps,
Ice-T,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bootsy Collins,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Tommy Roe,
The Gap Band,
Severed Heads,
Ultravox,
Negative Approach,
R.M.O.,
Au Pairs,
Rufus Thomas,
Minor Threat,
Niagra,
Lalann,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Aural Exciters,
Oneida,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Crash Course in Science,
Pantaleimon,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eric B and Rakim,
EPMD,
Avey Tare,
Malaria!,
KRS-One,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Warsaw,
E-Dancer,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.