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 Oman 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Electric Prunes to the dance 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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Silicon Teens,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Yazoo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Con Funk Shun,
Lou Reed,
Roger Hodgson,
Suburban Knight,
New Order,
Khruangbin,
Deadbeat,
Johnny Osbourne,
Warren Ellis,
Little Man,
Kas Product,
Marmalade,
Main Source,
The Litter,
The Motions,
Groovy Waters,
Chrome,
Faraquet,
Freddie Wadling,
Mantronix,
Essential Logic,
The Five Americans,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Al Stewart,
Franke,
Peter & Gordon,
Fear,
Electric Prunes,
John Holt,
T. Rex,
Glenn Branca,
Black Pus,
Das Ding,
Schoolly D,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Angry Samoans,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Absolute Body Control,
The Walker Brothers,
The Misunderstood,
The Neon Judgement,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Surgeon,
Qualms,
Blancmange,
UT,
Hoover,
Sonic Youth,
Lightning Bolt,
Ultimate Spinach,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pantaleimon,
Yellowson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
This Heat,
The Velvet Underground,
Harry Pussy,
Andrew Hill,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.