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 Japan and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Hong Kong.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
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 Sunsets and Hearts to the jazz 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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Rod Modell,
The Doobie Brothers,
Albert Ayler,
Quadrant,
Derrick Morgan,
Flamin' Groovies,
Depeche Mode,
Marine Girls,
Organ,
Robert Hood,
Sexual Harrassment,
New Age Steppers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Television,
Tubeway Army,
The Dead C,
the Association,
Slave,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
James White and The Blacks,
Blake Baxter,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mr. Review,
Boz Scaggs,
This Heat,
Television Personalities,
Crime,
Sonic Youth,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Steve Hackett,
Donald Byrd,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Von Mondo,
Echospace,
Dawn Penn,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pole,
Aswad,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Barbara Tucker,
Warren Ellis,
Negative Approach,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Blossom Toes,
OOIOO,
Bob Dylan,
Dennis Brown,
Johnny Osbourne,
Toni Rubio,
Bad Manners,
The Mighty Diamonds,
8 Eyed Spy,
Moebius,
Joy Division,
The Barracudas,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Livin' Joy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lou Reed,
Lindisfarne,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.