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 Liechtenstein and from Salvador.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Shanghai.
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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Marshall Jefferson to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Associates. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
The Sound,
Lakeside,
The Standells,
The Leaves,
Adolescents,
Hot Snakes,
Q and Not U,
Roxy Music,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Soul Sonic Force,
Barclay James Harvest,
Magazine,
AZ,
The J.B.'s,
Cymande,
Pulsallama,
The Slackers,
Desert Stars,
Underground Resistance,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Cameo,
Man Eating Sloth,
Au Pairs,
Janne Schatter,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rod Modell,
Ten City,
Soft Machine,
Howard Jones,
Oneida,
Iggy Pop,
Gang of Four,
Simply Red,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Newcleus,
Bobby Byrd,
Wings,
The Barracudas,
Scientists,
Aswad,
The Grass Roots,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gabor Szabo,
The Angels of Light,
K-Klass,
Gong,
The Index,
the Human League,
Funkadelic,
Eden Ahbez,
F. McDonald,
Crash Course in Science,
Alphaville,
Khruangbin,
The Young Rascals,
Slave,
Flamin' Groovies,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.