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 Brazil and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Cheater Slicks to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Divine Comedy,
Lou Christie,
Nick Fraelich,
Shoche,
Gerry Rafferty,
Monolake,
Mark Hollis,
Arab on Radar,
Interpol,
Agent Orange,
Todd Rundgren,
Crooked Eye,
The Human League,
The Dirtbombs,
Stockholm Monsters,
Radiohead,
Rekid,
Amazonics,
David McCallum,
New Order,
Jawbox,
Barrington Levy,
Oblivians,
Janne Schatter,
The Grass Roots,
Danielle Patucci,
the Association,
Mo-Dettes,
Glambeats Corp.,
Deakin,
Lebanon Hanover,
Animal Collective,
Marmalade,
Mary Jane Girls,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Cheater Slicks,
Derrick Morgan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Absolute Body Control,
Groovy Waters,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Colin Newman,
DJ Style,
Public Image Ltd.,
Con Funk Shun,
Byron Stingily,
Andrew Hill,
Lindisfarne,
EPMD,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
B.T. Express,
Grandmaster Flash,
E-Dancer,
Harry Pussy,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.