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 South Africa and from Columbus.
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 Manila and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 T.S.O.L. to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vaughan Mason & Crew record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Human League,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pere Ubu,
The Gun Club,
Harry Pussy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Knickerbockers,
Scion,
Japan,
David Bowie,
Tomorrow,
Girls At Our Best!,
Flamin' Groovies,
Wire,
Henry Cow,
Kaleidoscope,
Fear,
the Normal,
Arab on Radar,
Thee Headcoats,
Charles Mingus,
Andrew Hill,
Wally Richardson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
John Holt,
Tubeway Army,
Funky Four + One,
Khruangbin,
Angry Samoans,
Anthony Braxton,
Minutemen,
Kayak,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Steve Hackett,
Crooked Eye,
The Mojo Men,
Essential Logic,
8 Eyed Spy,
Tres Demented,
Fatback Band,
The Doors,
Soul Sonic Force,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Hardrive,
Gregory Isaacs,
Marc Almond,
Iggy Pop,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Drexciya,
Ornette Coleman,
The Modern Lovers,
Simply Red,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
These Immortal Souls,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.