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 Guatemala and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 New Age Steppers to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Faraquet,
Mission of Burma,
Flash Fearless,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Fugs,
Index,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bill Near,
Au Pairs,
Carl Craig,
T.S.O.L.,
Siglo XX,
Jacques Brel,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rotary Connection,
Tears for Fears,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Joyce Sims,
The Modern Lovers,
Thee Headcoats,
Deepchord,
Marmalade,
B.T. Express,
Average White Band,
Lakeside,
New York Dolls,
Saccharine Trust,
kango's stein massive,
Dawn Penn,
Mars,
Supertramp,
The Birthday Party,
Harmonia,
Iggy Pop,
The Beau Brummels,
Dennis Brown,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Isaac Hayes,
Donny Hathaway,
LL Cool J,
Magma,
The Neon Judgement,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Davy DMX,
Funkadelic,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
David Axelrod,
T. Rex,
Intrusion,
The Doors,
Surgeon,
Brick,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Shoche,
the Bar-Kays,
Metal Thangz,
Delta 5,
Audionom,
Sound Behaviour,
Arab on Radar,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.