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 Liberia and from Glasgow.
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 Accra and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Subhumans to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Grandmaster Flash,
Organ,
Donny Hathaway,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ultravox,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Blackbyrds,
Godley & Creme,
R.M.O.,
Yaz,
Crime,
Average White Band,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Anthony Braxton,
Radio Birdman,
Half Japanese,
Interpol,
Roger Hodgson,
Charles Mingus,
Cameo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Blancmange,
Skaos,
The Smiths,
8 Eyed Spy,
Con Funk Shun,
Terry Callier,
Supertramp,
Bronski Beat,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Byron Stingily,
Soul Sonic Force,
Vladislav Delay,
Chris Corsano,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Amon Düül II,
Lakeside,
The Music Machine,
Rakim,
Freddie Wadling,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lalann,
Pagans,
Kaleidoscope,
Barclay James Harvest,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Panda Bear,
Siglo XX,
Nas,
Lungfish,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Cluster,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Saccharine Trust,
The Modern Lovers,
Rites of Spring,
Lower 48,
Morten Harket,
Tommy Roe,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.