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 Niger and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 guitar 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 Rosa Yemen to the rock 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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Germs,
Connie Case,
Scrapy,
The Golliwogs,
Terrestrial Tones,
Darondo,
The Vogues,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Zapp,
Bad Manners,
The Gories,
Dawn Penn,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Q and Not U,
Essential Logic,
Tropical Tobacco,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Tomorrow,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lindisfarne,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Amazonics,
PIL,
the Normal,
Oblivians,
The Beau Brummels,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sparks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Wally Richardson,
Nick Fraelich,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Tres Demented,
Rekid,
Eurythmics,
Tears for Fears,
Rosa Yemen,
Soft Cell,
Peter & Gordon,
Visage,
The Monks,
The Martian,
Mr. Review,
The Tremeloes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Danielle Patucci,
Avey Tare,
Surgeon,
Pussy Galore,
Brick,
Barrington Levy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Robert Wyatt,
World's Most,
Moby Grape,
Janne Schatter,
Roy Ayers,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.