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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Black Bananas to the techno 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 the Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Bar-Kays,
Ornette Coleman,
the Human League,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
New York Dolls,
B.T. Express,
PIL,
John Foxx,
Wire,
China Crisis,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Human League,
Zero Boys,
Jeff Mills,
The Real Kids,
Hashim,
Tres Demented,
The Walker Brothers,
Lindisfarne,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rekid,
Nils Olav,
Tom Boy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Barbara Tucker,
Malaria!,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Wake,
Massinfluence,
Blancmange,
Outsiders,
Kurtis Blow,
Talk Talk,
Derrick Morgan,
New Age Steppers,
John Holt,
Joy Division,
John Coltrane,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Dead C,
The Pop Group,
Y Pants,
Juan Atkins,
The Litter,
Kevin Saunderson,
Tim Buckley,
Unwound,
Deepchord,
Don Cherry,
Tommy Roe,
The Divine Comedy,
Thompson Twins,
The Black Dice,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Association,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Main Source,
Quantec,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.