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 Ireland and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 rhodes 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 Gong to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Japan,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jerry's Kids,
Brick,
Minutemen,
Camouflage,
Audionom,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Absolute Body Control,
Swans,
Isaac Hayes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Hoover,
MC5,
Jerry Gold Smith,
F. McDonald,
Rosa Yemen,
Accadde A,
Nico,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bootsy Collins,
The Monochrome Set,
Thee Headcoats,
The Cramps,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Al Stewart,
David Bowie,
Juan Atkins,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Minor Threat,
The Misunderstood,
Blossom Toes,
The Last Poets,
The Gories,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Minnie Riperton,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Cowsills,
The Young Rascals,
Johnny Clarke,
June Days,
Talk Talk,
Heaven 17,
Jacques Brel,
Yazoo,
Cluster,
Traffic Nightmare,
The New Christs,
The Moody Blues,
Nation of Ulysses,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Funkadelic,
The Fortunes,
Janne Schatter,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Pop Group,
Neu!,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.