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 Kenya and from Johannesburg.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 oboe 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 Sexual Harrassment to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Echospace,
The Divine Comedy,
Roger Hodgson,
June Days,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Beau Brummels,
Franke,
T. Rex,
The Slackers,
Archie Shepp,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sixth Finger,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
James White and The Blacks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Grass Roots,
MDC,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Tomorrow,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eurythmics,
Jesper Dahlback,
Essential Logic,
The Fuzztones,
Jerry's Kids,
Surgeon,
Mandrill,
David Bowie,
Delon & Dalcan,
OOIOO,
Bang On A Can,
Duran Duran,
Robert Görl,
The Gap Band,
Roy Ayers,
Hashim,
K-Klass,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Remains,
Todd Terry,
Tom Boy,
Arab on Radar,
Byron Stingily,
The Cowsills,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eli Mardock,
Eric B and Rakim,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Roxy Music,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Neon Judgement,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Crispian St. Peters,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Associates,
The Monks,
Lightning Bolt,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.