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 Iraq and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro 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 Sun City Girls to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Leonard Cohen,
Tres Demented,
Marmalade,
The Standells,
Young Marble Giants,
Black Sheep,
Newcleus,
Unrelated Segments,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kurtis Blow,
Bush Tetras,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Bar-Kays,
CMW,
Audionom,
Rotary Connection,
The Litter,
Altered Images,
Marine Girls,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Monks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ponytail,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Q65,
Dawn Penn,
the Normal,
Mark Hollis,
Arthur Verocai,
Spoonie Gee,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
John Cale,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Golliwogs,
Sonic Youth,
Roy Ayers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Andrew Hill,
Slave,
Fugazi,
Crooked Eye,
Marcia Griffiths,
Babytalk,
UT,
Peter & Gordon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Public Enemy,
Heaven 17,
Moebius,
The Gladiators,
Lou Christie,
Bang On A Can,
Fat Boys,
Hoover,
The Residents,
The Velvet Underground,
Johnny Clarke,
Eric Copeland,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.