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 Nigeria and from Shanghai.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 güiro 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 Walker Brothers to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Laurel Aitken,
The Cramps,
The Real Kids,
Gichy Dan,
Todd Terry,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pere Ubu,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mary Jane Girls,
Cal Tjader,
Cymande,
Connie Case,
Schoolly D,
June Days,
Grey Daturas,
Television,
Hasil Adkins,
Monolake,
Tres Demented,
Hoover,
Maleditus Sound,
The Red Krayola,
Crime,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Max Romeo,
Barry Ungar,
Little Man,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eric Dolphy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Gun Club,
The Misunderstood,
Mad Mike,
Faust,
The Leaves,
Ultra Naté,
Frankie Knuckles,
Althea and Donna,
Crispian St. Peters,
Scan 7,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Qualms,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Todd Rundgren,
Symarip,
Marc Almond,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bobby Byrd,
Pharoah Sanders,
Johnny Clarke,
Peter & Gordon,
The Happenings,
Sixth Finger,
Public Enemy,
The Standells,
Skaos,
Leonard Cohen,
Swell Maps,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.