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 Canada and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Ronnie Foster to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Vainqueur,
China Crisis,
Ludus,
kango's stein massive,
Max Romeo,
The Golliwogs,
Sällskapet,
Judy Mowatt,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Panda Bear,
the Human League,
The Victims,
Wire,
Nico,
Ralphi Rosario,
Hoover,
Roger Hodgson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bad Manners,
Circle Jerks,
OOIOO,
The Moleskins,
Yaz,
Main Source,
U.S. Maple,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Last Poets,
Angry Samoans,
Guru Guru,
Y Pants,
Malaria!,
Television,
Lou Reed,
Isaac Hayes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Morten Harket,
Tim Buckley,
Q65,
Country Teasers,
New Order,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Crispian St. Peters,
Monks,
The Neon Judgement,
David Bowie,
The Gladiators,
Model 500,
Black Moon,
World's Most,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Grey Daturas,
Soft Cell,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Arab on Radar,
Neu!,
F. McDonald,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
UT,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.