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 Slovenia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 theremin 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 Lebanon Hanover to the techno 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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Jacques Brel,
Y Pants,
Livin' Joy,
Al Stewart,
the Normal,
Tomorrow,
Animal Collective,
Shuggie Otis,
Lindisfarne,
The Trojans,
Joyce Sims,
Drexciya,
Pole,
The Techniques,
June of 44,
Scion,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cheater Slicks,
Accadde A,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Black Moon,
The Electric Prunes,
Stetsasonic,
Newcleus,
Ponytail,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Dorothy Ashby,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sonic Youth,
The Walker Brothers,
Hashim,
Banda Bassotti,
Bauhaus,
Jandek,
The Black Dice,
Bob Dylan,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lebanon Hanover,
Japan,
The Last Poets,
The Blackbyrds,
The Gun Club,
David Axelrod,
Brothers Johnson,
Q65,
X-102,
Shoche,
Jerry's Kids,
Joy Division,
Eric Copeland,
Graham Central Station,
H. Thieme,
Rufus Thomas,
The Smiths,
the Soft Cell,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Cameo,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.