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 Azerbaijan and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 snare 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 Josef K to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Cecil Taylor,
The Walker Brothers,
The Music Machine,
The United States of America,
New Age Steppers,
Junior Murvin,
Scrapy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Zero Boys,
Sister Nancy,
Eurythmics,
Negative Approach,
Moby Grape,
Jeff Lynne,
The Dirtbombs,
Mars,
Bluetip,
Kayak,
Eddi Front,
Rhythm & Sound,
Slave,
The Mojo Men,
Skriet,
Roy Ayers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rosa Yemen,
Niagra,
Tom Boy,
Deakin,
Young Marble Giants,
PIL,
Eden Ahbez,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ken Boothe,
The Remains,
Freddie Wadling,
Public Enemy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kool Moe Dee,
Barbara Tucker,
Gang of Four,
The Fortunes,
Crash Course in Science,
Nirvana,
Severed Heads,
Peter & Gordon,
Clear Light,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jesper Dahlback,
Delon & Dalcan,
Reuben Wilson,
The Associates,
Shuggie Otis,
Soul Sonic Force,
World's Most,
Rakim,
Scion,
Dennis Brown,
The Black Dice,
Ice-T,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
China Crisis,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.