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 Switzerland and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Fela Kuti to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Deadbeat,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Zeros,
Suburban Knight,
Kerri Chandler,
Mars,
Metal Thangz,
Terry Callier,
ABC,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Cal Tjader,
The Tremeloes,
Stiv Bators,
Joe Finger,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Peter & Gordon,
Lakeside,
Jeff Mills,
Hashim,
The Standells,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sugar Minott,
Piero Umiliani,
The Sonics,
The Motions,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Altered Images,
The Moody Blues,
Nico,
Jacob Miller,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Blues Magoos,
Pantytec,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Man Parrish,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Soft Machine,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Swell Maps,
The Wake,
Tom Boy,
The Leaves,
The United States of America,
Agent Orange,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Stooges,
The Happenings,
Oblivians,
Al Stewart,
Glambeats Corp.,
Barrington Levy,
This Heat,
The Human League,
Henry Cow,
New Age Steppers,
Godley & Creme,
Zero Boys,
Eden Ahbez,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.