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 Costa Rica and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Cameo to the grunge 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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mojo Men record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
The Electric Prunes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Crime,
Barclay James Harvest,
Khruangbin,
Alton Ellis,
Jeff Mills,
Jimmy McGriff,
A Certain Ratio,
Cymande,
Sparks,
Ultravox,
Jacob Miller,
Malaria!,
Eddi Front,
Sister Nancy,
Eve St. Jones,
Icehouse,
Suicide,
Black Flag,
Joensuu 1685,
Royal Trux,
Warren Ellis,
Harry Pussy,
Model 500,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Nick Fraelich,
Radio Birdman,
Cal Tjader,
Roger Hodgson,
Bang On A Can,
The Star Department,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Slackers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Make Up,
The Beau Brummels,
Robert Wyatt,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Moody Blues,
Anthony Braxton,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Leonard Cohen,
Terry Callier,
Swell Maps,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Boz Scaggs,
Depeche Mode,
Quantec,
E-Dancer,
Sugar Minott,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pere Ubu,
Grandmaster Flash,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.