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 Burkina and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 rhodes 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 Blossom Toes to the grime 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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Scott Walker,
Depeche Mode,
Stockholm Monsters,
Spoonie Gee,
Technova,
The Black Dice,
Patti Smith,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Average White Band,
Stereo Dub,
Sonny Sharrock,
Alton Ellis,
The Fuzztones,
Cymande,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Fania All-Stars,
Boz Scaggs,
Marc Almond,
Vainqueur,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ituana,
Marvin Gaye,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Blossom Toes,
Nirvana,
Ronan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
10cc,
The Busters,
Nico,
Piero Umiliani,
The Gories,
Rakim,
Saccharine Trust,
Yusef Lateef,
The Fugs,
Donny Hathaway,
Flash Fearless,
Iggy Pop,
Avey Tare,
Godley & Creme,
Alphaville,
The Techniques,
The Fortunes,
World's Most,
Suicide,
Hot Snakes,
Grey Daturas,
June of 44,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Raincoats,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lindisfarne,
Harry Pussy,
R.M.O.,
Mars,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Happenings,
Sam Rivers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.