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 East Timor and from Paris.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 The Barracudas to the disco 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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
The Toasters,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Technova,
Minnie Riperton,
Vainqueur,
The Gories,
The Doobie Brothers,
Marvin Gaye,
Inner City,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
World's Most,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Soul II Soul,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Connie Case,
The Names,
The Searchers,
Silicon Teens,
Joyce Sims,
Bad Manners,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Victims,
Donny Hathaway,
Ken Boothe,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Black Sheep,
OOIOO,
Ossler,
The Happenings,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Arcadia,
Stockholm Monsters,
Henry Cow,
Tres Demented,
The Mojo Men,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fela Kuti,
The Associates,
Q65,
Avey Tare,
Pantytec,
Mark Hollis,
Barrington Levy,
Jeff Mills,
Harmonia,
Davy DMX,
Marc Almond,
John Coltrane,
Freddie Wadling,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Nas,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Human League,
Fat Boys,
Nirvana,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Selecter,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.