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 Haiti and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 The Litter to the crunk 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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Jeff Lynne,
Maurizio,
U.S. Maple,
Boz Scaggs,
Inner City,
Outsiders,
MC5,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Make Up,
Tomorrow,
Frankie Knuckles,
Janne Schatter,
Mark Hollis,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Moby Grape,
Eric Dolphy,
10cc,
Desert Stars,
Pere Ubu,
Nils Olav,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Mad Mike,
PIL,
Crime,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Minor Threat,
Japan,
Aural Exciters,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Country Teasers,
Bauhaus,
Lee Hazlewood,
Yellowson,
Carl Craig,
Ituana,
The Names,
Lou Christie,
Cameo,
Minnie Riperton,
Echospace,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Interpol,
The Dead C,
The Angels of Light,
Hashim,
Drexciya,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Toni Rubio,
Basic Channel,
The Star Department,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Amon Düül II,
The Associates,
The Beau Brummels,
Yaz,
The Divine Comedy,
Sister Nancy,
Adolescents,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.