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 Sri Lanka and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 spring reverb 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 Tommy Roe to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Don Cherry,
Cal Tjader,
Tom Boy,
Derrick Morgan,
Ultimate Spinach,
Country Teasers,
Lakeside,
Avey Tare,
The Searchers,
Shoche,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Urselle,
Saccharine Trust,
Roy Ayers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sound Behaviour,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fat Boys,
The Doors,
Rosa Yemen,
The Pretty Things,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Barbara Tucker,
Spandau Ballet,
Skriet,
Blossom Toes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Davy DMX,
Todd Terry,
Byron Stingily,
Kayak,
Brothers Johnson,
The Dave Clark Five,
Suburban Knight,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ten City,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
La Düsseldorf,
The Human League,
The Fugs,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jawbox,
10cc,
Marshall Jefferson,
Barry Ungar,
Parry Music,
Deadbeat,
X-Ray Spex,
X-102,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Howard Jones,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Stetsasonic,
Tears for Fears,
Tommy Roe,
Marvin Gaye,
Half Japanese,
Interpol,
Funkadelic,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.