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 Bahrain and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Aural Exciters to the funk 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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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?
Masters at Work,
The Pop Group,
Tommy Roe,
Maleditus Sound,
Adolescents,
Tubeway Army,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fela Kuti,
Godley & Creme,
Roxy Music,
Swans,
Circle Jerks,
The Happenings,
Patti Smith,
The Skatalites,
June of 44,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Minnie Riperton,
John Coltrane,
China Crisis,
Ice-T,
Wally Richardson,
Hashim,
Crash Course in Science,
Pet Shop Boys,
Babytalk,
the Fania All-Stars,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Traffic Nightmare,
Silicon Teens,
Barrington Levy,
Dave Gahan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Reagan Youth,
The Mojo Men,
Blossom Toes,
Derrick Morgan,
Jeru the Damaja,
Icehouse,
Tom Boy,
Oblivians,
Scrapy,
Johnny Osbourne,
kango's stein massive,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Blues Magoos,
Yaz,
Shoche,
Sex Pistols,
Minor Threat,
Cameo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Searchers,
Panda Bear,
The Barracudas,
Skaos,
Smog,
Mary Jane Girls,
Wolf Eyes,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Gladiators,
Pharoah Sanders,
Electric Prunes,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.