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 Congo and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
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 Organ to the disco 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 The Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
the Slits,
Kool Moe Dee,
Monolake,
Delta 5,
Roxy Music,
Darondo,
Bobby Womack,
The Blackbyrds,
Popol Vuh,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Soul Sonic Force,
Al Stewart,
Arcadia,
the Normal,
Swell Maps,
Sugar Minott,
Donny Hathaway,
Lyres,
Pharoah Sanders,
Reuben Wilson,
Guru Guru,
Kurtis Blow,
FM Einheit,
Ponytail,
June Days,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Audionom,
Moby Grape,
Ralphi Rosario,
Amon Düül II,
Johnny Clarke,
Chrome,
The Pretty Things,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Fortunes,
Chris Corsano,
Quantec,
Public Enemy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mad Mike,
Juan Atkins,
Parry Music,
Ludus,
The Sonics,
Blancmange,
Alton Ellis,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fluxion,
Goldenarms,
Gichy Dan,
Neil Young,
Sonic Youth,
The New Christs,
Talk Talk,
Black Bananas,
Q65,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.