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 Kazakhstan and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the güiro 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 OOIOO to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
ABBA,
Graham Central Station,
Scratch Acid,
The Selecter,
Rotary Connection,
Amazonics,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eric Copeland,
Slick Rick,
Lyres,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Nick Fraelich,
Godley & Creme,
Suicide,
Lalo Schifrin,
Swans,
Harry Pussy,
Stetsasonic,
Suburban Knight,
Simply Red,
Reuben Wilson,
Peter & Gordon,
Neil Young,
Kerrie Biddell,
Roxy Music,
Sam Rivers,
Robert Wyatt,
Shoche,
Bauhaus,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Gap Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Crispy Ambulance,
Y Pants,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Country Teasers,
The Star Department,
Marmalade,
Cecil Taylor,
Drexciya,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Harmonia,
Delta 5,
The Knickerbockers,
Unwound,
Massinfluence,
The Skatalites,
Audionom,
10cc,
F. McDonald,
Henry Cow,
Niagra,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gang Green,
Eli Mardock,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.