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 Gabon and from Cairo.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the sitar 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 James White and The Blacks to the rock 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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
Slick Rick,
Dual Sessions,
B.T. Express,
The Dave Clark Five,
Frankie Knuckles,
Yazoo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Thee Headcoats,
The Human League,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Joy Division,
The Five Americans,
Mars,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
China Crisis,
Roxy Music,
Shuggie Otis,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Residents,
Wasted Youth,
Young Marble Giants,
The J.B.'s,
Pole,
Qualms,
Stereo Dub,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Peter and Kerry,
Motorama,
Masters at Work,
Electric Prunes,
Spandau Ballet,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Toni Rubio,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Basic Channel,
The Dead C,
Minnie Riperton,
Al Stewart,
Vainqueur,
Lakeside,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Modern Lovers,
New Age Steppers,
The Raincoats,
Fugazi,
Marine Girls,
Blancmange,
The Busters,
Warren Ellis,
Excepter,
Audionom,
Byron Stingily,
Crime,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rites of Spring,
Duran Duran,
Sonny Sharrock,
ABBA,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Saints,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.