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 Portugal and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 linndrum 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 Sun Ra to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
Lungfish,
Bronski Beat,
Lebanon Hanover,
AZ,
Flipper,
DJ Sneak,
Sonic Youth,
Wally Richardson,
Eric Dolphy,
Loose Ends,
Royal Trux,
Mo-Dettes,
Popol Vuh,
Don Cherry,
China Crisis,
The Cure,
Junior Murvin,
Lou Christie,
UT,
Eric B and Rakim,
Nico,
David Axelrod,
Nation of Ulysses,
Panda Bear,
Robert Wyatt,
The American Breed,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Accadde A,
Erasure,
Dave Gahan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Fugs,
Smog,
Avey Tare,
Frankie Knuckles,
H. Thieme,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cymande,
Soul II Soul,
The Gories,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Vogues,
the Sonics,
The Durutti Column,
Amon Düül II,
Vainqueur,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
T.S.O.L.,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
In Retrospect,
Can,
Brass Construction,
Cybotron,
June Days,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Kinks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Donald Byrd,
Tom Boy,
Bad Manners,
Lightning Bolt,
Terry Callier,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.