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 New Zealand 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the funk 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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills 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 synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Ultra Naté,
Basic Channel,
Little Man,
Kas Product,
Agitation Free,
X-Ray Spex,
Letta Mbulu,
Amon Düül,
John Holt,
Skaos,
Panda Bear,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sun Ra,
David Bowie,
Pylon,
Marvin Gaye,
Scientists,
James White and The Blacks,
Crooked Eye,
Graham Central Station,
Roxy Music,
Peter and Kerry,
Gastr Del Sol,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Gap Band,
The Electric Prunes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Grass Roots,
Lyres,
Aswad,
Massinfluence,
Donald Byrd,
Goldenarms,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Delon & Dalcan,
Underground Resistance,
Bobby Byrd,
Colin Newman,
Sam Rivers,
Anakelly,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Tears for Fears,
Bill Wells,
The Fortunes,
Simply Red,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Masters at Work,
Section 25,
Robert Hood,
the Slits,
ABC,
The Velvet Underground,
Jeff Mills,
Nirvana,
Bush Tetras,
Jacques Brel,
Sun City Girls,
Scion,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Wolf Eyes,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.