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 Slovenia and from Stockholm.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 Danielle Patucci to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Chris Corsano,
The Blues Magoos,
Kenny Larkin,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Last Poets,
Bluetip,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Faraquet,
Eddi Front,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ohio Players,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Cure,
This Heat,
AZ,
Bang On A Can,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Siglo XX,
The Seeds,
Cluster,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Skatalites,
Arab on Radar,
London Community Gospel Choir,
FM Einheit,
The Busters,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rapeman,
The Slits,
The Victims,
The Dave Clark Five,
Terry Callier,
The Barracudas,
Lindisfarne,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Motorama,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Funkadelic,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Aloha Tigers,
Alice Coltrane,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Alarm Clocks,
Severed Heads,
Rosa Yemen,
Pagans,
Reuben Wilson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mad Mike,
Spandau Ballet,
The Divine Comedy,
Thompson Twins,
Flamin' Groovies,
Franke,
Eli Mardock,
Sixth Finger,
Country Teasers,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.