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 Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Judy Mowatt to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Moby Grape,
Gang Starr,
kango's stein massive,
The Last Poets,
The Doors,
Avey Tare,
Scan 7,
Lower 48,
The Sonics,
Bauhaus,
Sparks,
PIL,
Infiniti,
Easy Going,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Crime,
The Monks,
Ohio Players,
LL Cool J,
Davy DMX,
Connie Case,
Amon Düül II,
Fatback Band,
Model 500,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rekid,
Adolescents,
Janne Schatter,
David McCallum,
the Soft Cell,
Vainqueur,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Peter & Gordon,
Dave Gahan,
Q65,
The Shadows of Knight,
Alton Ellis,
Nation of Ulysses,
Monks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rakim,
Marvin Gaye,
Technova,
the Sonics,
Ronan,
Loose Ends,
Maleditus Sound,
Skriet,
The Leaves,
X-101,
Minny Pops,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Man Parrish,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sam Rivers,
Barclay James Harvest,
UT,
Mad Mike,
Dennis Brown,
Ultra Naté,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.