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 Belgium and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 rhodes 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 Pharoah Sanders to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moss Icon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Mission of Burma,
Moss Icon,
Reuben Wilson,
Second Layer,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Reagan Youth,
Gastr Del Sol,
Desert Stars,
The Zeros,
Public Image Ltd.,
Blossom Toes,
Flash Fearless,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Modern Lovers,
Ponytail,
X-Ray Spex,
Pierre Henry,
The Young Rascals,
AZ,
Adolescents,
Todd Rundgren,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Faust,
New York Dolls,
Sugar Minott,
Television Personalities,
The Mojo Men,
The Moody Blues,
Jeff Lynne,
Von Mondo,
Robert Görl,
Terrestrial Tones,
Cybotron,
Shuggie Otis,
Lalo Schifrin,
These Immortal Souls,
Howard Jones,
The Cramps,
The Mighty Diamonds,
MC5,
Cheater Slicks,
Scientists,
Eli Mardock,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Stooges,
The Slackers,
Absolute Body Control,
The Sonics,
Lucky Dragons,
Dorothy Ashby,
Terry Callier,
Vladislav Delay,
Juan Atkins,
Lakeside,
Aloha Tigers,
Deepchord,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.