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 Liechtenstein and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 Stockholm and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 rhodes 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 The Doobie Brothers to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
The Dirtbombs,
June of 44,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Moss Icon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Visage,
Altered Images,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rekid,
John Coltrane,
Animal Collective,
John Foxx,
Funky Four + One,
The Monks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Grey Daturas,
Au Pairs,
Sällskapet,
The New Christs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jeru the Damaja,
Tropical Tobacco,
KRS-One,
Y Pants,
Dark Day,
Pylon,
Cheater Slicks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Public Image Ltd.,
Cameo,
Brass Construction,
New Age Steppers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Black Pus,
Leonard Cohen,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Banda Bassotti,
Soft Cell,
Don Cherry,
David McCallum,
Arthur Verocai,
Eden Ahbez,
Buzzcocks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Velvet Underground,
Eddi Front,
EPMD,
Bronski Beat,
Erasure,
Arcadia,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dave Gahan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nils Olav,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Smog,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mark Hollis,
the Soft Cell,
Stetsasonic,
Lou Christie,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.