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 Korea North 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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 oboe 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 Hoover to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
EPMD,
Derrick Morgan,
Todd Rundgren,
The United States of America,
The Vogues,
Soul II Soul,
Letta Mbulu,
Ken Boothe,
MC5,
ABBA,
Tropical Tobacco,
Quadrant,
Surgeon,
Porter Ricks,
Von Mondo,
The Durutti Column,
Zapp,
Basic Channel,
Cecil Taylor,
D'Angelo,
Roy Ayers,
The Slits,
Zero Boys,
Lakeside,
Terrestrial Tones,
Amon Düül,
Sight & Sound,
Mars,
Fear,
Livin' Joy,
Pussy Galore,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ludus,
The Evens,
Moebius,
DNA,
Skriet,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sex Pistols,
R.M.O.,
Circle Jerks,
Dead Boys,
Johnny Clarke,
Pagans,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sparks,
Jeff Mills,
Franke,
Mr. Review,
The Barracudas,
Model 500,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Knickerbockers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Fortunes,
Adolescents,
Black Flag,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.