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 Antigua and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the 808 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 Wings to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Eric Copeland,
The Litter,
Brand Nubian,
Kas Product,
Johnny Osbourne,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Warsaw,
Depeche Mode,
Electric Light Orchestra,
EPMD,
Infiniti,
Scott Walker,
B.T. Express,
Clear Light,
Iggy Pop,
Ken Boothe,
Rekid,
Rhythm & Sound,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
DNA,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nick Fraelich,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eve St. Jones,
Tropical Tobacco,
Scion,
Joe Smooth,
Kaleidoscope,
the Slits,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Malaria!,
Joy Division,
Mo-Dettes,
The Evens,
Brick,
Vladislav Delay,
Frankie Knuckles,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Walker Brothers,
Angry Samoans,
The American Breed,
Matthew Halsall,
Cheater Slicks,
Amazonics,
the Bar-Kays,
The Searchers,
Electric Prunes,
Anakelly,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
John Lydon,
Sparks,
Silicon Teens,
Trumans Water,
Model 500,
The Raincoats,
Gang Starr,
Althea and Donna,
Goldenarms,
Moby Grape,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.