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 Slovakia and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Dorothy Ashby to the rap 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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
The Sonics,
Mars,
Unwound,
Bad Manners,
Motorama,
48th St. Collective,
Index,
Toni Rubio,
Crispian St. Peters,
Make Up,
The Stooges,
Sister Nancy,
Adolescents,
Roxy Music,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rod Modell,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gichy Dan,
China Crisis,
The Gap Band,
Liliput,
Amon Düül II,
Essential Logic,
Soul II Soul,
Roxette,
Animal Collective,
Dawn Penn,
Rites of Spring,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ken Boothe,
Fela Kuti,
Morten Harket,
The Raincoats,
Matthew Halsall,
Bootsy Collins,
Zero Boys,
Von Mondo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Walker Brothers,
This Heat,
The Music Machine,
Marmalade,
Sällskapet,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fluxion,
The Move,
Connie Case,
Zapp,
Barrington Levy,
Letta Mbulu,
Patti Smith,
Fad Gadget,
L. Decosne,
Al Stewart,
LL Cool J,
Shuggie Otis,
Ornette Coleman,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.