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 Tuvalu and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the oboe 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 Sam Rivers 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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Patti Smith,
Soulsonic Force,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bill Wells,
Joyce Sims,
John Holt,
Tears for Fears,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Simply Red,
The Slits,
Reagan Youth,
Piero Umiliani,
Talk Talk,
Idris Muhammad,
Tom Boy,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lou Reed,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Fortunes,
The Grass Roots,
The Electric Prunes,
The Martian,
Whodini,
Derrick Morgan,
The Slackers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sound Behaviour,
Loose Ends,
The Vogues,
Robert Görl,
Slave,
Basic Channel,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Model 500,
The Busters,
Mad Mike,
Q and Not U,
X-102,
Delon & Dalcan,
Symarip,
Wings,
Juan Atkins,
Man Eating Sloth,
Joe Finger,
Arab on Radar,
Cluster,
Supertramp,
The Fire Engines,
Sandy B,
Scratch Acid,
Crime,
Cymande,
H. Thieme,
Goldenarms,
The Cure,
Brothers Johnson,
Jandek,
Infiniti,
Faraquet,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.