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 Iran and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Infiniti to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Rod Modell,
the Human League,
The Sonics,
Glambeats Corp.,
Donny Hathaway,
Quantec,
Skaos,
kango's stein massive,
Neu!,
The Evens,
Roger Hodgson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Make Up,
The Cramps,
Infiniti,
Suburban Knight,
The Fuzztones,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Unwound,
These Immortal Souls,
Khruangbin,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Invisible,
Iggy Pop,
Unrelated Segments,
Lower 48,
Guru Guru,
Mad Mike,
Model 500,
Lindisfarne,
Connie Case,
Skarface,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Robert Hood,
One Last Wish,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Faust,
Johnny Clarke,
Morten Harket,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Real Kids,
The Vogues,
Don Cherry,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sister Nancy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Vainqueur,
Sandy B,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Dennis Brown,
Brand Nubian,
Scrapy,
The Gladiators,
Black Flag,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Names,
Gang of Four,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.