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 Nauru and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 clarinet 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 Crime to the techno 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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Agitation Free,
Bobby Womack,
Banda Bassotti,
Derrick May,
The Stooges,
Nik Kershaw,
Anakelly,
Unrelated Segments,
A Certain Ratio,
D'Angelo,
Junior Murvin,
FM Einheit,
Bootsy Collins,
Khruangbin,
New Order,
Schoolly D,
EPMD,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Aloha Tigers,
Scrapy,
Boredoms,
Icehouse,
The Misunderstood,
Archie Shepp,
The Moody Blues,
Brass Construction,
Curtis Mayfield,
48th St. Collective,
Malaria!,
Tim Buckley,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bronski Beat,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Sonics,
Kas Product,
AZ,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Infiniti,
The Saints,
Mo-Dettes,
Japan,
Jacob Miller,
Toni Rubio,
Amon Düül,
The Selecter,
Cymande,
Dorothy Ashby,
Maleditus Sound,
Maurizio,
Sandy B,
The Remains,
The Sound,
ABBA,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Faraquet,
Dennis Brown,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Dirtbombs,
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.