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 Belgium and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 oboe 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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,
Eyeless In Gaza,
B.T. Express,
Anthony Braxton,
The Flesh Eaters,
Connie Case,
Scrapy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Knickerbockers,
Radio Birdman,
Inner City,
Ultimate Spinach,
Intrusion,
Blossom Toes,
The Invisible,
Boogie Down Productions,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
48th St. Collective,
Dual Sessions,
The Count Five,
The United States of America,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Toasters,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Black Flag,
Easy Going,
The Velvet Underground,
Monks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Spoonie Gee,
Henry Cow,
The Residents,
Jeff Lynne,
La Düsseldorf,
Brothers Johnson,
Derrick Morgan,
Sound Behaviour,
Dennis Brown,
Guru Guru,
Suicide,
Sun City Girls,
Loose Ends,
Nils Olav,
Section 25,
Johnny Osbourne,
Urselle,
Sam Rivers,
Sugar Minott,
DJ Style,
Liliput,
Sällskapet,
Camberwell Now,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Monks,
Yusef Lateef,
The Evens,
Roger Hodgson,
Boredoms,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.