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 Eritrea and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
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 Audionom to the rock 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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Isaac Hayes,
The Durutti Column,
The Monks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Neu!,
The Barracudas,
Eric Copeland,
Althea and Donna,
EPMD,
Terry Callier,
Scrapy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
T.S.O.L.,
Sugar Minott,
Bush Tetras,
Animal Collective,
John Foxx,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Vainqueur,
The Evens,
The Beau Brummels,
Hasil Adkins,
The Gories,
kango's stein massive,
Andrew Hill,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sonic Youth,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jacques Brel,
Eurythmics,
Young Marble Giants,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Fortunes,
The New Christs,
John Holt,
The Dave Clark Five,
Suicide,
The Electric Prunes,
Grauzone,
Matthew Halsall,
Oblivians,
The Knickerbockers,
Soft Cell,
David Bowie,
MC5,
Johnny Clarke,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Connie Case,
Bootsy Collins,
Gang Gang Dance,
Tears for Fears,
Newcleus,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Public Image Ltd.,
Godley & Creme,
Jeff Lynne,
Can,
Adolescents,
Cecil Taylor,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.