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 Marshall Islands and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 clarinet 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 Lou Reed to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton 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 theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
DNA,
Au Pairs,
Wings,
Brothers Johnson,
Audionom,
The Monks,
Sam Rivers,
Aswad,
UT,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mars,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Goldenarms,
X-101,
Massinfluence,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Masters at Work,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Knickerbockers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Raincoats,
E-Dancer,
MDC,
Section 25,
Slick Rick,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
LL Cool J,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Grauzone,
Harmonia,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lightning Bolt,
The Misunderstood,
Freddie Wadling,
The Zeros,
Jeff Lynne,
Roger Hodgson,
The Trojans,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lee Hazlewood,
Average White Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Supertramp,
Roxy Music,
Rakim,
Matthew Bourne,
Schoolly D,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Toasters,
Funkadelic,
Quadrant,
Gang of Four,
Brand Nubian,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Skatalites,
Kurtis Blow,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Angels of Light,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Man Eating Sloth,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.