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 Tunisia and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Stockholm.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 June of 44 to the rock 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 The New Christs. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Sarah Menescal,
Buzzcocks,
Eric Dolphy,
Agent Orange,
Tres Demented,
Icehouse,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bush Tetras,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pulsallama,
Junior Murvin,
The Vogues,
Frankie Knuckles,
Guru Guru,
Con Funk Shun,
Can,
Ultimate Spinach,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Saints,
Lalann,
Zero Boys,
Y Pants,
DNA,
The Fortunes,
The Fugs,
the Human League,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fela Kuti,
Agitation Free,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Hoover,
The Young Rascals,
Yaz,
Black Flag,
Cymande,
Girls At Our Best!,
Suburban Knight,
Skaos,
Johnny Clarke,
The Blues Magoos,
Drexciya,
Idris Muhammad,
The Misunderstood,
Pere Ubu,
Index,
Marvin Gaye,
Royal Trux,
These Immortal Souls,
ABBA,
John Holt,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Public Enemy,
Negative Approach,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Velvet Underground,
Joy Division,
Suicide,
Second Layer,
Aswad,
Charles Mingus,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.