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 Netherlands and from Accra.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the 808 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 Pussy Galore to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
The Vogues,
The Star Department,
DJ Style,
Connie Case,
The Toasters,
Lucky Dragons,
The Mojo Men,
Bill Near,
Scrapy,
Peter & Gordon,
Pussy Galore,
Surgeon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
T.S.O.L.,
Lebanon Hanover,
F. McDonald,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Moleskins,
Sonny Sharrock,
Technova,
Boz Scaggs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
ABC,
Circle Jerks,
Boredoms,
Black Bananas,
Desert Stars,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Last Poets,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Das Ding,
Man Parrish,
10cc,
The J.B.'s,
Althea and Donna,
Arcadia,
Cluster,
Godley & Creme,
Jacob Miller,
Rod Modell,
Reuben Wilson,
Los Fastidios,
The Move,
Suicide,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
U.S. Maple,
John Cale,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Accadde A,
Deepchord,
Echospace,
Livin' Joy,
Bobby Womack,
Dorothy Ashby,
Tropical Tobacco,
Darondo,
Negative Approach,
Neil Young,
Monolake,
Mark Hollis,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.