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 Cuba and from Bremen.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 China Crisis to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Talk Talk,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Deadbeat,
World's Most,
The Divine Comedy,
Outsiders,
Moby Grape,
Rotary Connection,
The Monochrome Set,
The Mojo Men,
Scion,
cv313,
Tommy Roe,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Grey Daturas,
Fad Gadget,
Fatback Band,
Letta Mbulu,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Wings,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gichy Dan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Visage,
AZ,
Tears for Fears,
Alice Coltrane,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Severed Heads,
Average White Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
Japan,
Camberwell Now,
Smog,
Jeff Mills,
Main Source,
Warsaw,
Audionom,
Glambeats Corp.,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mark Hollis,
Scratch Acid,
The Invisible,
The Detroit Cobras,
Stereo Dub,
Amon Düül,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Sound,
Adolescents,
Von Mondo,
Bill Near,
Chrome,
Stiv Bators,
Au Pairs,
Surgeon,
The Grass Roots,
The Gories,
Susan Cadogan,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.