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 Israel and from Mexico City.
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 Tehran and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 harpsichord 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 The Fall to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
The Grass Roots,
Tim Buckley,
Sight & Sound,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Intrusion,
Susan Cadogan,
Moss Icon,
Cal Tjader,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
CMW,
Ohio Players,
Isaac Hayes,
The Slits,
The J.B.'s,
Bush Tetras,
Banda Bassotti,
Bobby Womack,
Reuben Wilson,
Quando Quango,
Malaria!,
Icehouse,
Groovy Waters,
The Kinks,
Sällskapet,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pantytec,
Arthur Verocai,
Ken Boothe,
The Count Five,
X-Ray Spex,
Gang Green,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Drexciya,
Amon Düül,
ABC,
Alphaville,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Black Bananas,
Q and Not U,
Los Fastidios,
Minnie Riperton,
Radiopuhelimet,
Das Ding,
The Human League,
Magma,
The Knickerbockers,
The Real Kids,
Technova,
Junior Murvin,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jeff Lynne,
Sex Pistols,
Letta Mbulu,
Janne Schatter,
Albert Ayler,
The Tremeloes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Massinfluence,
Hoover,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.