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 Honduras and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 organ 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Banda Bassotti,
Joey Negro,
The Moody Blues,
Iggy Pop,
Section 25,
Sällskapet,
Roger Hodgson,
Ronnie Foster,
The Moleskins,
The Star Department,
Nik Kershaw,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Neu!,
The Saints,
Rufus Thomas,
Aswad,
T.S.O.L.,
Pet Shop Boys,
Grauzone,
Supertramp,
Cheater Slicks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sexual Harrassment,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Severed Heads,
Archie Shepp,
The Gladiators,
Eric B and Rakim,
Robert Wyatt,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Hoover,
Angry Samoans,
the Soft Cell,
David Axelrod,
Symarip,
Marvin Gaye,
Maleditus Sound,
Altered Images,
Lungfish,
EPMD,
Kas Product,
Qualms,
Subhumans,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sandy B,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Royal Trux,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
In Retrospect,
Tim Buckley,
the Sonics,
Buzzcocks,
Simply Red,
Electric Light Orchestra,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Soul Sonic Force,
Unwound,
Juan Atkins,
Kerri Chandler,
Newcleus,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.