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 Guinea-Bissau and from Edmonton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Underground Resistance to the crunk 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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Brick,
Johnny Clarke,
Aloha Tigers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Alphaville,
The Golliwogs,
Idris Muhammad,
Isaac Hayes,
Delta 5,
Blancmange,
Rufus Thomas,
June Days,
Danielle Patucci,
Mr. Review,
Bill Near,
Supertramp,
Lungfish,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Black Dice,
Quantec,
Soulsonic Force,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bauhaus,
The Invisible,
Spandau Ballet,
The Shadows of Knight,
Dawn Penn,
Marvin Gaye,
John Coltrane,
Flamin' Groovies,
Goldenarms,
Charles Mingus,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jeff Lynne,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Agitation Free,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Yazoo,
Kayak,
Grauzone,
Leonard Cohen,
Cameo,
Morten Harket,
Michelle Simonal,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Searchers,
E-Dancer,
ABC,
Marc Almond,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kenny Larkin,
The Leaves,
Sixth Finger,
Mark Hollis,
Jawbox,
Arthur Verocai,
Ornette Coleman,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.