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 Bremen.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Robert Palmer 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 Jacques Brel to the rap 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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
the Normal,
Pere Ubu,
Bronski Beat,
Freddie Wadling,
Wire,
Electric Prunes,
Japan,
Lyres,
Sight & Sound,
Average White Band,
Gabor Szabo,
Panda Bear,
Ken Boothe,
Agent Orange,
Con Funk Shun,
Procol Harum,
Kas Product,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Faust,
Sällskapet,
Lindisfarne,
Organ,
The Knickerbockers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Toasters,
Black Pus,
Duran Duran,
DNA,
Wolf Eyes,
Infiniti,
Eli Mardock,
Brass Construction,
Harry Pussy,
Eve St. Jones,
Colin Newman,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Urselle,
The Music Machine,
Prince Buster,
The Kinks,
DJ Sneak,
Television,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Niagra,
Section 25,
Outsiders,
Mary Jane Girls,
Hasil Adkins,
The Velvet Underground,
New York Dolls,
Marvin Gaye,
Ronan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Danielle Patucci,
Harpers Bizarre,
Crime,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.