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 Ukraine and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
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 Agent Orange to the funk 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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Nils Olav,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pulsallama,
Boz Scaggs,
Brick,
Derrick May,
Fear,
Wire,
Maurizio,
Gong,
K-Klass,
The Selecter,
Khruangbin,
Pierre Henry,
Interpol,
Boredoms,
Magma,
Essential Logic,
8 Eyed Spy,
Soft Machine,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
A Certain Ratio,
Rod Modell,
T. Rex,
The Evens,
Roxette,
Cheater Slicks,
Avey Tare,
Nick Fraelich,
The Blues Magoos,
Tears for Fears,
Terrestrial Tones,
New Age Steppers,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Neon Judgement,
The Black Dice,
Joe Finger,
Kayak,
The Last Poets,
Porter Ricks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Underground Resistance,
Siglo XX,
Gichy Dan,
Joyce Sims,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Archie Shepp,
Urselle,
Heaven 17,
Althea and Donna,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Minny Pops,
Rakim,
LL Cool J,
Gang Green,
Simply Red,
Bobby Byrd,
Yellowson,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.