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 Niger and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the theremin 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 Fatback Band to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Fifty Foot Hose,
James White and The Blacks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Danielle Patucci,
Au Pairs,
The Moody Blues,
Essential Logic,
Groovy Waters,
Neil Young,
FM Einheit,
Pole,
Jeff Lynne,
Bizarre Inc.,
Tears for Fears,
T. Rex,
Nick Fraelich,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Sonics,
Japan,
The Red Krayola,
Albert Ayler,
Flamin' Groovies,
Soft Cell,
Bill Near,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Marmalade,
Rod Modell,
The Fire Engines,
Surgeon,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gang of Four,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Moebius,
Skriet,
Chris & Cosey,
Throbbing Gristle,
cv313,
Wolf Eyes,
The Victims,
the Human League,
Royal Trux,
Audionom,
the Slits,
Ohio Players,
Scrapy,
Hot Snakes,
Soulsonic Force,
the Fania All-Stars,
The New Christs,
Ronnie Foster,
The Residents,
Laurel Aitken,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Symarip,
the Germs,
Ten City,
Camberwell Now,
The Birthday Party,
Delta 5,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.