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 Nicaragua and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Jesper Dahlback to the rock 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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gang Green,
Procol Harum,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Move,
Big Daddy Kane,
Metal Thangz,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Charles Mingus,
The Skatalites,
Ronnie Foster,
Dual Sessions,
Crash Course in Science,
Absolute Body Control,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sällskapet,
Das Ding,
Erasure,
Rites of Spring,
Dennis Brown,
Connie Case,
The American Breed,
The Count Five,
Boz Scaggs,
The Seeds,
Moebius,
Shoche,
Ludus,
Make Up,
Public Enemy,
Ituana,
The Misunderstood,
Henry Cow,
Barbara Tucker,
The Black Dice,
Flipper,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Brass Construction,
Faraquet,
Reuben Wilson,
Jandek,
Cameo,
Sparks,
Bang On A Can,
The Vogues,
X-102,
Ponytail,
The Gun Club,
Michelle Simonal,
Tubeway Army,
Intrusion,
Nirvana,
Kayak,
Eric B and Rakim,
Qualms,
Bronski Beat,
The Slits,
DJ Style,
Drexciya,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.