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 Kiribati and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 harpsichord 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 Grass Roots to the grunge 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 the Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba 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 oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Minor Threat,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Modern Lovers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Con Funk Shun,
Al Stewart,
Soft Machine,
Jeru the Damaja,
Wasted Youth,
H. Thieme,
The Techniques,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sun City Girls,
New Order,
Gang of Four,
Groovy Waters,
The Black Dice,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cluster,
Lou Christie,
These Immortal Souls,
Flipper,
Aaron Thompson,
Camberwell Now,
This Heat,
Slave,
The Buckinghams,
Faraquet,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
ABC,
Kayak,
Guru Guru,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Brick,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jeff Lynne,
Audionom,
the Human League,
The Trojans,
Intrusion,
Altered Images,
The Cure,
Television Personalities,
June of 44,
The Smoke,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Wire,
Babytalk,
Connie Case,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Interpol,
Scratch Acid,
Howard Jones,
Danielle Patucci,
Donald Byrd,
Loose Ends,
Gichy Dan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.