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 Philippines and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Quando Quango to the rap 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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Techniques,
Wings,
The Mummies,
Wally Richardson,
Arcadia,
In Retrospect,
Alton Ellis,
Derrick Morgan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bad Manners,
Pierre Henry,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Durutti Column,
the Swans,
Ornette Coleman,
Sugar Minott,
Swell Maps,
Deadbeat,
The Misunderstood,
Motorama,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jerry's Kids,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pantaleimon,
Camberwell Now,
Lightning Bolt,
The Gladiators,
Deepchord,
Scrapy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Suicide,
The Cramps,
Reagan Youth,
Darondo,
The Golliwogs,
Nick Fraelich,
Vainqueur,
Quantec,
Donald Byrd,
Colin Newman,
Scion,
The Tremeloes,
Howard Jones,
Surgeon,
Echospace,
The Smiths,
Qualms,
Schoolly D,
Drive Like Jehu,
Warsaw,
Rakim,
Ken Boothe,
Little Man,
Robert Hood,
The Last Poets,
David Bowie,
Harry Pussy,
Donny Hathaway,
Eli Mardock,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.