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 Thailand and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 spring reverb 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 Vladislav Delay to the jazz 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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Das Ding,
T.S.O.L.,
John Holt,
AZ,
Carl Craig,
Letta Mbulu,
The Misunderstood,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Busters,
Alison Limerick,
Joensuu 1685,
Outsiders,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Cowsills,
The Golliwogs,
Television Personalities,
Sonic Youth,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Scrapy,
Black Moon,
Bobby Womack,
Television,
Shoche,
Connie Case,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Byron Stingily,
Silicon Teens,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Funky Four + One,
Mission of Burma,
Half Japanese,
Minutemen,
Yazoo,
Amon Düül,
X-Ray Spex,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Wake,
The Names,
Technova,
the Sonics,
Scott Walker,
Flamin' Groovies,
Duran Duran,
Eden Ahbez,
Terry Callier,
Sun Ra,
the Normal,
Steve Hackett,
Lalann,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Young Marble Giants,
Agent Orange,
Lalo Schifrin,
Henry Cow,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jeff Lynne,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Happenings,
Hashim,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.