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 Nepal 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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the disco 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 The Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Faust,
The Beau Brummels,
Clear Light,
Nico,
Metal Thangz,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The American Breed,
Adolescents,
The Smiths,
the Bar-Kays,
Nas,
Saccharine Trust,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Tomorrow,
The Techniques,
Joe Finger,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Accadde A,
Amazonics,
Anakelly,
Pere Ubu,
Tropical Tobacco,
ABBA,
Mad Mike,
Zapp,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Standells,
DJ Style,
the Fania All-Stars,
Skarface,
Talk Talk,
Underground Resistance,
Sugar Minott,
Duran Duran,
Steve Hackett,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Soulsonic Force,
Little Man,
Popol Vuh,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Black Dice,
Wings,
Japan,
Desert Stars,
Sun Ra,
DNA,
Deakin,
Massinfluence,
The Doors,
Interpol,
New York Dolls,
Urselle,
Lower 48,
Gichy Dan,
Grauzone,
Royal Trux,
Agitation Free,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kaleidoscope,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.