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 Uganda and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 chamberlin 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 Mo-Dettes to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
The Neon Judgement,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lalo Schifrin,
L. Decosne,
Infiniti,
Bad Manners,
The Doors,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Nils Olav,
Country Teasers,
The Cowsills,
Soul II Soul,
The Martian,
Urselle,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sun Ra,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Grandmaster Flash,
Skarface,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Birthday Party,
Deepchord,
The Gladiators,
The Detroit Cobras,
F. McDonald,
Derrick May,
Junior Murvin,
Pantytec,
Fatback Band,
Visage,
Gil Scott Heron,
DJ Sneak,
Massinfluence,
Cabaret Voltaire,
UT,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mission of Burma,
Rotary Connection,
Rhythm & Sound,
Suburban Knight,
The Gories,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Human League,
Au Pairs,
Brand Nubian,
a-ha,
The Cramps,
Reagan Youth,
the Bar-Kays,
Circle Jerks,
Slave,
Rod Modell,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Suicide,
Cameo,
The Skatalites,
Banda Bassotti,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.