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 Guatemala and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 guitar 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 Pharoah Sanders to the disco 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Roger Hodgson,
Arab on Radar,
Monks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
John Coltrane,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Severed Heads,
Cameo,
Harmonia,
The Pop Group,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Remains,
Matthew Bourne,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Public Image Ltd.,
Unwound,
Infiniti,
Organ,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Angels of Light,
Glambeats Corp.,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Count Five,
Loose Ends,
Sonic Youth,
The Slackers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Colin Newman,
Stiv Bators,
Vainqueur,
Deadbeat,
Fluxion,
Barbara Tucker,
Visage,
New York Dolls,
Scion,
T. Rex,
The Birthday Party,
Mad Mike,
The Kinks,
Ronan,
Glenn Branca,
Newcleus,
Essential Logic,
Youth Brigade,
Robert Wyatt,
Icehouse,
The New Christs,
Absolute Body Control,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Electric Prunes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gang Starr,
The Names,
Hoover,
Eurythmics,
Wings,
Quadrant,
Liliput,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.