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 Equatorial Guinea and from Milan.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Mad Mike to the punk 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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Fear,
One Last Wish,
Letta Mbulu,
The Real Kids,
Flamin' Groovies,
Amon Düül II,
The Skatalites,
The Index,
Marmalade,
FM Einheit,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jacob Miller,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pierre Henry,
Terry Callier,
Guru Guru,
The Slackers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
PIL,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bauhaus,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Girls At Our Best!,
Television,
48th St. Collective,
Derrick May,
Simply Red,
The Remains,
Silicon Teens,
Crispy Ambulance,
Andrew Hill,
Davy DMX,
Bronski Beat,
Marshall Jefferson,
Prince Buster,
Agitation Free,
the Fania All-Stars,
Q and Not U,
Alton Ellis,
Talk Talk,
Ken Boothe,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Leonard Cohen,
The Dave Clark Five,
Scientists,
Deakin,
The J.B.'s,
ABBA,
Man Parrish,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sex Pistols,
Altered Images,
Bootsy Collins,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Five Americans,
Rakim,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Barracudas,
Vainqueur,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.