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 Bhutan 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
Soft Cell,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kevin Saunderson,
Schoolly D,
The Trojans,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jacques Brel,
Harpers Bizarre,
Second Layer,
Sugar Minott,
Pharoah Sanders,
JFA,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gang Gang Dance,
Parry Music,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Davy DMX,
X-101,
Organ,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Joy Division,
The Young Rascals,
Rakim,
Subhumans,
Infiniti,
Unwound,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rekid,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rotary Connection,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Terrestrial Tones,
Piero Umiliani,
Sister Nancy,
Tomorrow,
Andrew Hill,
Brand Nubian,
Niagra,
Guru Guru,
The Dirtbombs,
Popol Vuh,
The Buckinghams,
Freddie Wadling,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Scratch Acid,
Accadde A,
Slick Rick,
Monolake,
Barbara Tucker,
Roxy Music,
Crispian St. Peters,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Bar-Kays,
Kas Product,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.