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 Antigua and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Smog 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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Eddi Front,
B.T. Express,
Bad Manners,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Zeros,
Funkadelic,
Grauzone,
Scientists,
F. McDonald,
The Martian,
Metal Thangz,
Brass Construction,
Glenn Branca,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Albert Ayler,
T.S.O.L.,
Loose Ends,
Crooked Eye,
Gang Green,
Idris Muhammad,
Lou Christie,
Mars,
Deakin,
Dual Sessions,
The Walker Brothers,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nils Olav,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Danielle Patucci,
Thompson Twins,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Icehouse,
Lyres,
Jimmy McGriff,
Massinfluence,
The Busters,
The Human League,
Popol Vuh,
The Sound,
Eli Mardock,
the Human League,
Gregory Isaacs,
Stetsasonic,
Ultra Naté,
Traffic Nightmare,
Joey Negro,
Ice-T,
Minny Pops,
Todd Rundgren,
Mo-Dettes,
Arthur Verocai,
The Slits,
Leonard Cohen,
Wings,
Gastr Del Sol,
Magma,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Thee Headcoats,
Brothers Johnson,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.