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 Colombia and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Gerry Rafferty to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Leonard Cohen,
D'Angelo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sly & The Family Stone,
48th St. Collective,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bobby Womack,
Pylon,
Buzzcocks,
These Immortal Souls,
Sexual Harrassment,
John Lydon,
The Moody Blues,
Nils Olav,
Qualms,
The Electric Prunes,
The Seeds,
The Trojans,
Davy DMX,
Easy Going,
Fela Kuti,
Mary Jane Girls,
John Coltrane,
Slave,
Ultra Naté,
The Shadows of Knight,
Brand Nubian,
The Searchers,
The Pretty Things,
Ralphi Rosario,
Barclay James Harvest,
In Retrospect,
Gastr Del Sol,
Theoretical Girls,
Roxy Music,
Kas Product,
Gang Starr,
Eric Dolphy,
Q and Not U,
Roxette,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Golliwogs,
Public Enemy,
Pussy Galore,
Derrick May,
The Star Department,
Harpers Bizarre,
New Age Steppers,
Can,
Infiniti,
The Standells,
Mad Mike,
Average White Band,
Dawn Penn,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Nirvana,
Soft Cell,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.