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 Indonesia and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 mellotron 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 Pantytec to the grunge 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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Alphaville,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Amazonics,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Davy DMX,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Swans,
Mad Mike,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Tremeloes,
Rites of Spring,
Country Teasers,
Zero Boys,
Sonic Youth,
Throbbing Gristle,
Model 500,
Lalann,
The Slackers,
The Doors,
Urselle,
Donny Hathaway,
Procol Harum,
X-102,
Skarface,
Moebius,
Vainqueur,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Roxette,
Brand Nubian,
Minny Pops,
Metal Thangz,
Crispian St. Peters,
Blancmange,
The Techniques,
a-ha,
Don Cherry,
Sex Pistols,
Severed Heads,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Grey Daturas,
Accadde A,
Lower 48,
KRS-One,
Bronski Beat,
Black Flag,
Peter and Kerry,
Supertramp,
Public Enemy,
Au Pairs,
The Monks,
Whodini,
the Normal,
Man Parrish,
Ituana,
Anakelly,
Television,
Blake Baxter,
Theoretical Girls,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.