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 Jordan and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Hardrive to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
Don Cherry,
Vladislav Delay,
Carl Craig,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Davy DMX,
Jandek,
CMW,
Buzzcocks,
Erasure,
Kool Moe Dee,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
These Immortal Souls,
Flamin' Groovies,
Thompson Twins,
Negative Approach,
The Sound,
Joey Negro,
U.S. Maple,
The Selecter,
Dual Sessions,
Soul II Soul,
Ossler,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Charles Mingus,
Nick Fraelich,
KRS-One,
Pylon,
Crispy Ambulance,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sonic Youth,
Maleditus Sound,
Deadbeat,
ABC,
ABBA,
Avey Tare,
Pet Shop Boys,
Reuben Wilson,
The Alarm Clocks,
Television,
Gabor Szabo,
Das Ding,
Youth Brigade,
Stereo Dub,
Faraquet,
Electric Prunes,
Excepter,
Unrelated Segments,
Robert Hood,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lungfish,
Liliput,
Smog,
Iggy Pop,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Yazoo,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.