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 Nauru and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
The Zeros,
Danielle Patucci,
Jeff Mills,
The Fugs,
Sex Pistols,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Angry Samoans,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ponytail,
Country Teasers,
The Fuzztones,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Nico,
UT,
Robert Hood,
Juan Atkins,
Deadbeat,
The Searchers,
The Barracudas,
Chrome,
Ultravox,
Minny Pops,
Panda Bear,
The Dead C,
Yazoo,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Smiths,
Boredoms,
JFA,
Dual Sessions,
Moebius,
Popol Vuh,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Grey Daturas,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Tears for Fears,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gichy Dan,
Dawn Penn,
Gang Gang Dance,
Peter and Kerry,
The Smoke,
Bad Manners,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Joe Finger,
Mantronix,
Das Ding,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Litter,
Frankie Knuckles,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Knickerbockers,
The Real Kids,
Soft Machine,
Con Funk Shun,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.