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 Cuba and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 harpsichord 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 Bobby Sherman to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lightning Bolt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Clear Light,
The United States of America,
Loose Ends,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Peter and Kerry,
Joyce Sims,
Zapp,
Eli Mardock,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Tremeloes,
Idris Muhammad,
Eddi Front,
Fad Gadget,
Jawbox,
Don Cherry,
The Slackers,
Carl Craig,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gang Gang Dance,
Khruangbin,
Marine Girls,
Quantec,
Vladislav Delay,
The Dead C,
Sex Pistols,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Martian,
Ludus,
Jeff Lynne,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
David Bowie,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sun City Girls,
John Holt,
The Saints,
Nirvana,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Angry Samoans,
Grauzone,
Gerry Rafferty,
Josef K,
Panda Bear,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Peter & Gordon,
Fela Kuti,
Robert Hood,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jeff Mills,
Organ,
Pole,
Danielle Patucci,
Skriet,
Arcadia,
Mr. Review,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Theoretical Girls,
The Walker Brothers,
The Moody Blues,
Reagan Youth,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.