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 Armenia and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 spring reverb 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 In Retrospect to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Donny Hathaway,
Hoover,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kaleidoscope,
Malaria!,
Angry Samoans,
Bobby Sherman,
Lou Reed,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
AZ,
Lungfish,
Josef K,
Minnie Riperton,
Can,
Sight & Sound,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eurythmics,
Eric B and Rakim,
Magma,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Cymande,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jerry's Kids,
Jandek,
Cameo,
Steve Hackett,
Patti Smith,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Glenn Branca,
Loose Ends,
The Residents,
Half Japanese,
Trumans Water,
Jimmy McGriff,
Spandau Ballet,
Peter & Gordon,
Wasted Youth,
The Names,
Todd Terry,
Dead Boys,
Ronnie Foster,
Sparks,
Amon Düül II,
Little Man,
Nick Fraelich,
T. Rex,
Symarip,
Minny Pops,
OOIOO,
David Bowie,
K-Klass,
Juan Atkins,
The Fortunes,
The Buckinghams,
Warren Ellis,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Last Poets,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Cal Tjader,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.