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 Equatorial Guinea and from Portland.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Bob Dylan to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Remains. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Nico,
Stockholm Monsters,
Heaven 17,
The Electric Prunes,
Agitation Free,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Doors,
Junior Murvin,
Grandmaster Flash,
Absolute Body Control,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Connie Case,
One Last Wish,
Fad Gadget,
Dark Day,
Masters at Work,
The Misunderstood,
Danielle Patucci,
Liliput,
Funky Four + One,
Morten Harket,
Rosa Yemen,
The Dirtbombs,
Marvin Gaye,
John Holt,
Rakim,
Terrestrial Tones,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ohio Players,
Siglo XX,
Pagans,
The Smoke,
Lungfish,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Infiniti,
In Retrospect,
Outsiders,
The Monks,
Television Personalities,
La Düsseldorf,
kango's stein massive,
Peter and Kerry,
Sister Nancy,
Moss Icon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Negative Approach,
Black Moon,
Gang Green,
The Toasters,
Faust,
Jesper Dahlback,
Reagan Youth,
Faraquet,
Bill Near,
The Tremeloes,
Steve Hackett,
The Invisible,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.