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 Tajikistan 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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Gabor Szabo to the grunge 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
The Fuzztones,
Robert Görl,
The Blackbyrds,
The Searchers,
World's Most,
Aaron Thompson,
The Smiths,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Groovy Waters,
Camberwell Now,
Chrome,
These Immortal Souls,
Bobby Byrd,
Shoche,
Eddi Front,
Intrusion,
The Offenders,
Half Japanese,
Suburban Knight,
John Foxx,
Josef K,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Brass Construction,
The Standells,
The Fortunes,
Neil Young,
Susan Cadogan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dawn Penn,
Nik Kershaw,
Bobby Womack,
La Düsseldorf,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Henry Cow,
Lou Reed,
Joyce Sims,
Agitation Free,
Jacob Miller,
Shuggie Otis,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Los Fastidios,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Alphaville,
The Blues Magoos,
The Durutti Column,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Tremeloes,
Magma,
Jeff Lynne,
Derrick Morgan,
Kool Moe Dee,
Minny Pops,
Simply Red,
Sister Nancy,
Ten City,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Index,
Mantronix,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.