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 Netherlands and from Lagos.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Khruangbin to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
June Days,
Derrick Morgan,
Rakim,
Crash Course in Science,
Duran Duran,
Sam Rivers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Aswad,
Television,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Standells,
LL Cool J,
Susan Cadogan,
JFA,
Gang Green,
Simply Red,
Slick Rick,
Scratch Acid,
Intrusion,
Massinfluence,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Newcleus,
The Evens,
Mantronix,
Lungfish,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
This Heat,
Franke,
the Sonics,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Monks,
Brass Construction,
Smog,
Eden Ahbez,
Guru Guru,
Kerri Chandler,
Basic Channel,
Lee Hazlewood,
Icehouse,
Leonard Cohen,
Gang Gang Dance,
Moby Grape,
Sex Pistols,
Tim Buckley,
The New Christs,
Yaz,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
ABC,
The Divine Comedy,
Subhumans,
Pulsallama,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jacob Miller,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Joe Smooth,
Mr. Review,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.