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 Brunei and from Lyon.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Hong Kong.
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 rhodes 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the rap 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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
Hasil Adkins,
The Skatalites,
Von Mondo,
Rakim,
Model 500,
Pet Shop Boys,
Skriet,
Yellowson,
Todd Rundgren,
The Sound,
Janne Schatter,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bizarre Inc.,
Tomorrow,
Kayak,
The Last Poets,
Sun Ra,
the Germs,
The Neon Judgement,
Avey Tare,
Tommy Roe,
Marine Girls,
cv313,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bobby Womack,
Wasted Youth,
The Gories,
Gregory Isaacs,
Adolescents,
Byron Stingily,
Japan,
the Bar-Kays,
PIL,
Pierre Henry,
Henry Cow,
Kaleidoscope,
Lalann,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Tres Demented,
Sight & Sound,
Average White Band,
Popol Vuh,
Roxette,
Saccharine Trust,
Royal Trux,
Pussy Galore,
Index,
The Fugs,
The Kinks,
Isaac Hayes,
David McCallum,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Scrapy,
Rotary Connection,
Brick,
Graham Central Station,
Johnny Osbourne,
Todd Terry,
Derrick Morgan,
Eurythmics,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.