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 Paraguay and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 Jakarta and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Standells. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Average White Band,
H. Thieme,
Y Pants,
Nick Fraelich,
the Fania All-Stars,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Saints,
EPMD,
Fear,
Aural Exciters,
Vainqueur,
The Moody Blues,
Terrestrial Tones,
Maurizio,
Ornette Coleman,
New Age Steppers,
Roy Ayers,
Ohio Players,
Japan,
Sound Behaviour,
Matthew Halsall,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Yellowson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Walker Brothers,
The Grass Roots,
Shoche,
Ultravox,
Pagans,
Isaac Hayes,
Sam Rivers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Interpol,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eurythmics,
Scratch Acid,
Andrew Hill,
Stetsasonic,
Section 25,
Mr. Review,
Steve Hackett,
Camouflage,
Hot Snakes,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gang Starr,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Searchers,
Trumans Water,
the Germs,
Gang Gang Dance,
Animal Collective,
Amazonics,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rosa Yemen,
Barrington Levy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Soft Cell,
Zero Boys,
Brass Construction,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.