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 Mali and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Echospace to the rock 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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Y Pants,
the Human League,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Dead C,
Animal Collective,
Surgeon,
Joey Negro,
Theoretical Girls,
Scrapy,
Basic Channel,
Bill Wells,
David Bowie,
The Associates,
Vainqueur,
Con Funk Shun,
Chris & Cosey,
Pantaleimon,
Organ,
The United States of America,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Section 25,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Mummies,
Bobby Sherman,
Arthur Verocai,
Cameo,
Fluxion,
Zero Boys,
Howard Jones,
Robert Görl,
Nick Fraelich,
The Gladiators,
Marmalade,
The Detroit Cobras,
Andrew Hill,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Spandau Ballet,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Television Personalities,
Marshall Jefferson,
DJ Style,
The Pretty Things,
Echospace,
Los Fastidios,
48th St. Collective,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Joy Division,
Buzzcocks,
Quantec,
The Evens,
The Trojans,
Soulsonic Force,
Procol Harum,
DJ Sneak,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Scratch Acid,
a-ha,
The Remains,
The Vogues,
Rapeman,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.