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 Mauritius 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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Roxette to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Electric Prunes,
Darondo,
Yusef Lateef,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Anthony Braxton,
Parry Music,
Harry Pussy,
Donny Hathaway,
Simply Red,
Junior Murvin,
Tim Buckley,
the Fania All-Stars,
Joey Negro,
The New Christs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Swell Maps,
The Move,
James White and The Blacks,
Fugazi,
Second Layer,
The Invisible,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bobby Sherman,
Connie Case,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Alphaville,
The Dirtbombs,
Porter Ricks,
Altered Images,
Alison Limerick,
Jimmy McGriff,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Howard Jones,
Angry Samoans,
Leonard Cohen,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
New Order,
Bang On A Can,
Lou Christie,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Alice Coltrane,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Saints,
Fat Boys,
Tommy Roe,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
China Crisis,
The Busters,
Danielle Patucci,
Althea and Donna,
the Soft Cell,
the Germs,
The Modern Lovers,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.