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 Botswana and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Calgary.
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 marimba 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's Kids to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
10cc,
Black Moon,
Urselle,
Main Source,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Wake,
Harmonia,
Tom Boy,
Bill Wells,
The New Christs,
The Divine Comedy,
Japan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Star Department,
The Doobie Brothers,
Oneida,
Mad Mike,
Bill Near,
Derrick Morgan,
The Cramps,
Prince Buster,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pharoah Sanders,
Swans,
Camberwell Now,
Smog,
Marvin Gaye,
Mary Jane Girls,
Albert Ayler,
UT,
Juan Atkins,
Scrapy,
Morten Harket,
Connie Case,
Ludus,
David Axelrod,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Nas,
Saccharine Trust,
Simply Red,
Pulsallama,
The J.B.'s,
One Last Wish,
Sound Behaviour,
Jandek,
The Sound,
Joensuu 1685,
Hashim,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Deadbeat,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fear,
Ronnie Foster,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Steve Hackett,
the Germs,
Alton Ellis,
Joyce Sims,
Soft Cell,
Faust,
La Düsseldorf,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.