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 Uganda and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the organ 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 Susan Cadogan to the rap 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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
the Bar-Kays,
The Barracudas,
The Dirtbombs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
David McCallum,
Desert Stars,
Yusef Lateef,
Mark Hollis,
Hot Snakes,
The Blackbyrds,
Eric B and Rakim,
Faust,
The Black Dice,
The Fuzztones,
Joey Negro,
Bootsy Collins,
Von Mondo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Junior Murvin,
Johnny Clarke,
The Sound,
Kas Product,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
R.M.O.,
Eve St. Jones,
Livin' Joy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Avey Tare,
Cybotron,
The Fortunes,
Ultravox,
Moss Icon,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lightning Bolt,
Heaven 17,
Siglo XX,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fugazi,
Scrapy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Neon Judgement,
Juan Atkins,
The Young Rascals,
Brick,
the Normal,
The Cure,
Minnie Riperton,
a-ha,
Soul II Soul,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Selecter,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lower 48,
The Buckinghams,
Fatback Band,
Bush Tetras,
The Durutti Column,
Erasure,
Radiohead,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Matthew Bourne,
Spandau Ballet,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.