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 Argentina and from Jakarta.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 sitar 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 Scratch Acid to the punk 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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Zeros,
Dual Sessions,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
DJ Style,
Average White Band,
Sugar Minott,
Barrington Levy,
Little Man,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Audionom,
Kurtis Blow,
The Pop Group,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Excepter,
Ronan,
Rotary Connection,
EPMD,
UT,
Amon Düül II,
The Leaves,
Gil Scott Heron,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Soft Cell,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Gladiators,
World's Most,
Magazine,
Sex Pistols,
The Fuzztones,
Ossler,
Icehouse,
Interpol,
Tim Buckley,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
cv313,
Tropical Tobacco,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Prince Buster,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
June Days,
Robert Görl,
Ice-T,
Pantaleimon,
Andrew Hill,
Infiniti,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
T. Rex,
DJ Sneak,
The Barracudas,
Stetsasonic,
Second Layer,
Todd Rundgren,
Masters at Work,
The Last Poets,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.