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 St Lucia and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Madrid.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Modern Lovers to the crunk 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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Half Japanese,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Fugs,
The Skatalites,
The Litter,
D'Angelo,
The American Breed,
Bootsy Collins,
Soft Machine,
Das Ding,
Basic Channel,
Aaron Thompson,
Nils Olav,
The Dave Clark Five,
Junior Murvin,
Alice Coltrane,
Bobby Byrd,
Janne Schatter,
The Techniques,
Susan Cadogan,
Joe Finger,
Fear,
Freddie Wadling,
E-Dancer,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
These Immortal Souls,
Marine Girls,
Delon & Dalcan,
John Cale,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Qualms,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Glenn Branca,
The Angels of Light,
Bluetip,
The Index,
Saccharine Trust,
Groovy Waters,
Neu!,
Bauhaus,
The Blues Magoos,
Sonny Sharrock,
Piero Umiliani,
Ituana,
Nas,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Michelle Simonal,
The Fuzztones,
Traffic Nightmare,
Grauzone,
Laurel Aitken,
Kerri Chandler,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gabor Szabo,
8 Eyed Spy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Albert Ayler,
Althea and Donna,
The Searchers,
Eve St. Jones,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.