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 Turkmenistan and from Lyon.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 rhodes 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 The Royal Family And The Poor to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
Pharoah Sanders,
Animal Collective,
Ludus,
X-102,
Chrome,
The Litter,
The Black Dice,
The Leaves,
The Remains,
The Gladiators,
Kaleidoscope,
Brothers Johnson,
Piero Umiliani,
Junior Murvin,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Andrew Hill,
Stereo Dub,
Pere Ubu,
Nick Fraelich,
Black Flag,
X-101,
Mo-Dettes,
The Happenings,
Leonard Cohen,
The Golliwogs,
John Holt,
The Blues Magoos,
Trumans Water,
Wally Richardson,
Ronan,
Reuben Wilson,
Malaria!,
The Vogues,
The Smiths,
The Durutti Column,
Brass Construction,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Gories,
The Star Department,
Vladislav Delay,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Robert Hood,
Marine Girls,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ultimate Spinach,
Johnny Osbourne,
Cheater Slicks,
Organ,
Eve St. Jones,
Warsaw,
Bad Manners,
The Mummies,
Black Sheep,
Alton Ellis,
Funkadelic,
Sound Behaviour,
Robert Wyatt,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kerri Chandler,
Severed Heads,
Minny Pops,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.