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 Venezuela and from Halifax.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 mellotron 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 Godley & Creme to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Graham Central Station,
The Buckinghams,
The Standells,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sugar Minott,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Shadows of Knight,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Residents,
Tres Demented,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bang On A Can,
Quadrant,
Lungfish,
Aswad,
Eli Mardock,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Massinfluence,
The Raincoats,
48th St. Collective,
Electric Prunes,
Spandau Ballet,
Wings,
The Stooges,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Danielle Patucci,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sun City Girls,
MDC,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Durutti Column,
Average White Band,
F. McDonald,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lalann,
Pierre Henry,
These Immortal Souls,
The Modern Lovers,
The Blues Magoos,
Easy Going,
Con Funk Shun,
The Tremeloes,
CMW,
Absolute Body Control,
Brick,
X-102,
Funky Four + One,
Yusef Lateef,
Donny Hathaway,
Kevin Saunderson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bizarre Inc.,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sister Nancy,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.