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 Algeria and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Cowsills to the rap 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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Johnny Clarke,
Scan 7,
Wasted Youth,
Cheater Slicks,
Lucky Dragons,
Traffic Nightmare,
Juan Atkins,
Minutemen,
Vladislav Delay,
Ten City,
Eli Mardock,
Infiniti,
Gerry Rafferty,
Banda Bassotti,
Amon Düül II,
Minnie Riperton,
Sister Nancy,
The Monochrome Set,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Move,
The Slackers,
Lalo Schifrin,
ABBA,
Duran Duran,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Arcadia,
Derrick Morgan,
The Angels of Light,
The Doobie Brothers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nico,
Newcleus,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Public Enemy,
CMW,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Warsaw,
Spoonie Gee,
Marmalade,
John Foxx,
Saccharine Trust,
Organ,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Searchers,
Carl Craig,
Television,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Boogie Down Productions,
Harpers Bizarre,
Grandmaster Flash,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Alarm Clocks,
Nick Fraelich,
Eurythmics,
Sam Rivers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Soul II Soul,
Tommy Roe,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.