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 Bahamas and from Cairo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ultimate Spinach to the grunge 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Malaria!,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pantaleimon,
Derrick May,
Nik Kershaw,
Sarah Menescal,
Mantronix,
Mars,
Agitation Free,
Derrick Morgan,
Radiopuhelimet,
Arcadia,
JFA,
Slick Rick,
The Divine Comedy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Marshall Jefferson,
Thompson Twins,
Tommy Roe,
Pylon,
Joyce Sims,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Star Department,
Neil Young,
Mary Jane Girls,
Henry Cow,
Dead Boys,
Moebius,
Robert Görl,
Roger Hodgson,
LL Cool J,
Sixth Finger,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Birthday Party,
Darondo,
The Mummies,
New York Dolls,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nirvana,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lindisfarne,
Wally Richardson,
Newcleus,
Wire,
Boz Scaggs,
The Real Kids,
the Swans,
Harry Pussy,
Ultravox,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
China Crisis,
The Electric Prunes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kaleidoscope,
Rakim,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Buckinghams,
The Evens,
Big Daddy Kane,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.