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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Stockholm.
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 Cairo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 rhodes 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 The Velvet Underground to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Livin' Joy,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Maleditus Sound,
The Index,
Jandek,
John Foxx,
Rosa Yemen,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Al Stewart,
Joe Smooth,
Patti Smith,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sugar Minott,
Juan Atkins,
Roxy Music,
The J.B.'s,
48th St. Collective,
E-Dancer,
The Remains,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Robert Hood,
Rekid,
The Five Americans,
Ultra Naté,
Arab on Radar,
The Divine Comedy,
Camberwell Now,
Graham Central Station,
Andrew Hill,
Thompson Twins,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cal Tjader,
Iggy Pop,
The Gladiators,
Ludus,
Y Pants,
China Crisis,
Black Flag,
Albert Ayler,
Sandy B,
Sex Pistols,
Aaron Thompson,
Pharoah Sanders,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Guru Guru,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Misunderstood,
Laurel Aitken,
Supertramp,
Gong,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Tommy Roe,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Nirvana,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Matthew Halsall,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Blake Baxter,
Lyres,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.