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 Equatorial Guinea and from Stockholm.
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 Delhi and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 U.S. Maple to the funk 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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne 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 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
Yaz,
Nirvana,
Symarip,
Rod Modell,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Essential Logic,
Al Stewart,
Khruangbin,
The Raincoats,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Saints,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Con Funk Shun,
Davy DMX,
Barry Ungar,
Visage,
D'Angelo,
Alice Coltrane,
Eden Ahbez,
The American Breed,
Fela Kuti,
Rotary Connection,
Jandek,
Darondo,
The Grass Roots,
Half Japanese,
The Skatalites,
Silicon Teens,
Outsiders,
Matthew Bourne,
Harry Pussy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
F. McDonald,
Todd Terry,
Junior Murvin,
Monolake,
Janne Schatter,
Clear Light,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Brand Nubian,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mark Hollis,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
James White and The Blacks,
Robert Görl,
Ludus,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Joy Division,
Quadrant,
Simply Red,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gang Green,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Residents,
Fluxion,
Grandmaster Flash,
Terry Callier,
The Beau Brummels,
X-Ray Spex,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.