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 Cape Verde and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 chamberlin 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eurythmics,
The Beau Brummels,
Dark Day,
Camouflage,
Main Source,
Q and Not U,
Adolescents,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
June of 44,
Lalann,
the Normal,
Suburban Knight,
Agitation Free,
Donald Byrd,
Gang Green,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Moody Blues,
The Misunderstood,
Sarah Menescal,
Blossom Toes,
Rod Modell,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Chris Corsano,
Kaleidoscope,
Toni Rubio,
Wally Richardson,
Michelle Simonal,
Essential Logic,
Lou Reed,
Bush Tetras,
Joy Division,
10cc,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Derrick May,
Interpol,
DJ Sneak,
Roy Ayers,
The Mummies,
Shoche,
The Skatalites,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pharoah Sanders,
Derrick Morgan,
Bobby Womack,
Byron Stingily,
Skaos,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Smiths,
Rapeman,
A Certain Ratio,
The Tremeloes,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
DJ Style,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.