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 Korea North and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Nation of Ulysses to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Shuggie Otis,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eddi Front,
R.M.O.,
Sex Pistols,
The Techniques,
Q and Not U,
Moby Grape,
Al Stewart,
Royal Trux,
Warsaw,
China Crisis,
Hot Snakes,
Little Man,
Swans,
Buzzcocks,
Crispy Ambulance,
Saccharine Trust,
the Association,
The Stooges,
X-Ray Spex,
The Barracudas,
Godley & Creme,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Average White Band,
DJ Sneak,
Stereo Dub,
The Raincoats,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Massinfluence,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Barbara Tucker,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bauhaus,
Joy Division,
Pole,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Joyce Sims,
Funkadelic,
Pylon,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Martian,
The Searchers,
D'Angelo,
Black Pus,
Second Layer,
Boz Scaggs,
Interpol,
Aloha Tigers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sun Ra,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Index,
48th St. Collective,
Motorama,
The Birthday Party,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.