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 Tonga and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Philadelphia.
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 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 Excepter to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
This Heat,
Chris & Cosey,
F. McDonald,
The Tremeloes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Absolute Body Control,
Stetsasonic,
PIL,
Sarah Menescal,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nick Fraelich,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Erasure,
Reuben Wilson,
Animal Collective,
Simply Red,
Liliput,
Eurythmics,
The Standells,
The Motions,
The Index,
T. Rex,
Moby Grape,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Danielle Patucci,
Todd Terry,
The Move,
Man Parrish,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Joey Negro,
Al Stewart,
48th St. Collective,
Hashim,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pantytec,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Count Five,
Henry Cow,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Magma,
The Zeros,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sly & The Family Stone,
10cc,
Crime,
Joyce Sims,
The Red Krayola,
Minutemen,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Doobie Brothers,
Thompson Twins,
Marc Almond,
Godley & Creme,
Oneida,
The Star Department,
Agitation Free,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.