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 Italy and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 marimba 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 Radiopuhelimet to the dance 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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Motions,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Roger Hodgson,
Amazonics,
The Zeros,
Negative Approach,
Unwound,
Ornette Coleman,
CMW,
Liliput,
Camberwell Now,
These Immortal Souls,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
New Order,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Crispian St. Peters,
Make Up,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Slits,
Slave,
Kenny Larkin,
Gang Starr,
L. Decosne,
Theoretical Girls,
Bootsy Collins,
Bobby Byrd,
the Bar-Kays,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Spandau Ballet,
The Gun Club,
Bluetip,
The Durutti Column,
Visage,
The Cramps,
the Association,
Mandrill,
Deepchord,
K-Klass,
Marvin Gaye,
Sex Pistols,
Quantec,
Aswad,
The Wake,
Isaac Hayes,
Bang On A Can,
Rakim,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sun Ra,
Harry Pussy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Electric Prunes,
Glenn Branca,
D'Angelo,
Symarip,
Dorothy Ashby,
Scrapy,
World's Most,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.