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 Laos and from Lille.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Kayak to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
John Foxx,
Eric Dolphy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eden Ahbez,
Bush Tetras,
Hardrive,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Arab on Radar,
Bobby Sherman,
Fear,
The Young Rascals,
Peter and Kerry,
Banda Bassotti,
Quantec,
Fluxion,
Skaos,
These Immortal Souls,
The Slackers,
Pussy Galore,
Adolescents,
Chris Corsano,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Kinks,
Morten Harket,
T. Rex,
Lindisfarne,
Spandau Ballet,
The Stooges,
Donald Byrd,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Nick Fraelich,
Barbara Tucker,
Bauhaus,
Ultra Naté,
June of 44,
Bobbi Humphrey,
JFA,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Talk Talk,
Con Funk Shun,
Funky Four + One,
John Cale,
The Fugs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ornette Coleman,
Urselle,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Toasters,
Bang On A Can,
Boogie Down Productions,
Silicon Teens,
Steve Hackett,
The Misunderstood,
Harry Pussy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Black Pus,
Symarip,
Half Japanese,
The Names,
David Axelrod,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.