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 Mauritania and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Joe Smooth to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Joensuu 1685,
Al Stewart,
The Remains,
Loose Ends,
Tomorrow,
Parry Music,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Fuzztones,
Altered Images,
Severed Heads,
Godley & Creme,
Andrew Hill,
Wings,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Five Americans,
Brothers Johnson,
Man Parrish,
Massinfluence,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lakeside,
Los Fastidios,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Marmalade,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Modern Lovers,
Negative Approach,
KRS-One,
Cluster,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
E-Dancer,
The Durutti Column,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Wasted Youth,
Japan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pere Ubu,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sex Pistols,
Johnny Osbourne,
Aloha Tigers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Erykah Badu,
Quantec,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eyeless In Gaza,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Toni Rubio,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Basic Channel,
Gerry Rafferty,
Desert Stars,
The Sound,
Moss Icon,
Wolf Eyes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
X-Ray Spex,
LL Cool J,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Duran Duran,
Electric Prunes,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.