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 Guyana and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 mellotron 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 Sound to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
MDC,
Man Parrish,
Pere Ubu,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gastr Del Sol,
June of 44,
Judy Mowatt,
The Detroit Cobras,
E-Dancer,
Quando Quango,
The Last Poets,
Infiniti,
Roxette,
Ludus,
the Fania All-Stars,
Cluster,
Unwound,
Faust,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jeff Lynne,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Germs,
Max Romeo,
Roger Hodgson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Fire Engines,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Peter and Kerry,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Los Fastidios,
Moby Grape,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Zero Boys,
The Stooges,
The Selecter,
H. Thieme,
Howard Jones,
Matthew Halsall,
The Fall,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Doobie Brothers,
Buzzcocks,
John Holt,
The Vogues,
This Heat,
Bronski Beat,
Ohio Players,
Schoolly D,
Reagan Youth,
Bang On A Can,
Sam Rivers,
The United States of America,
Aural Exciters,
Sparks,
Donald Byrd,
Sun City Girls,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rekid,
Aswad,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.