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 Albania and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ 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 The Beau Brummels to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Ornette Coleman,
Howard Jones,
Charles Mingus,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Accadde A,
The Gladiators,
Suburban Knight,
Peter & Gordon,
The Beau Brummels,
The Wake,
Stiv Bators,
The Smoke,
Urselle,
Cybotron,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Cameo,
Barry Ungar,
Rakim,
Loose Ends,
The Five Americans,
Sällskapet,
Reagan Youth,
Gichy Dan,
Freddie Wadling,
Eli Mardock,
Bob Dylan,
Procol Harum,
The Invisible,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lalann,
10cc,
Minny Pops,
Lindisfarne,
Grandmaster Flash,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tomorrow,
Spoonie Gee,
Black Bananas,
Au Pairs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Kinks,
Can,
Traffic Nightmare,
Chrome,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Stooges,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Quando Quango,
The Evens,
KRS-One,
Average White Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Blossom Toes,
Unrelated Segments,
Barbara Tucker,
Colin Newman,
Zapp,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.