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 Ireland and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 chamberlin 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 Agitation Free to the jazz 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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Subhumans,
Lucky Dragons,
Nirvana,
Pole,
Oblivians,
New Age Steppers,
Stereo Dub,
Minor Threat,
Nick Fraelich,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Carl Craig,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Public Image Ltd.,
Yusef Lateef,
June of 44,
Funkadelic,
Soft Cell,
Darondo,
Ken Boothe,
Jeff Lynne,
David Axelrod,
Livin' Joy,
Metal Thangz,
Pere Ubu,
World's Most,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ponytail,
Roger Hodgson,
Q and Not U,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kerri Chandler,
Chrome,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fugazi,
Flash Fearless,
One Last Wish,
The Neon Judgement,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Barrington Levy,
Deadbeat,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eli Mardock,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Mojo Men,
Aaron Thompson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Gap Band,
The Five Americans,
Audionom,
Saccharine Trust,
Faraquet,
Smog,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lalo Schifrin,
Althea and Donna,
Heaven 17,
Adolescents,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.