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 Malawi and from Houston.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Sandy B to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Duran Duran,
Theoretical Girls,
The Fire Engines,
Mantronix,
Oblivians,
World's Most,
Quando Quango,
Icehouse,
The Count Five,
Jimmy McGriff,
Radio Birdman,
Basic Channel,
The Mojo Men,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
LL Cool J,
Marshall Jefferson,
Barbara Tucker,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Last Poets,
Stetsasonic,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Masters at Work,
Marvin Gaye,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pagans,
Jerry's Kids,
Amon Düül,
Byron Stingily,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Unwound,
Loose Ends,
Supertramp,
The Vogues,
A Certain Ratio,
Anthony Braxton,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Fugs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Isaac Hayes,
Qualms,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Flamin' Groovies,
Neil Young,
Dawn Penn,
Chris & Cosey,
Grey Daturas,
Altered Images,
Brothers Johnson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Slits,
Kenny Larkin,
Sonic Youth,
Alton Ellis,
Tim Buckley,
Nick Fraelich,
Scientists,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ornette Coleman,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.