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 Congo and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Cairo.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Minnie Riperton to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Alphaville,
The Golliwogs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
John Cale,
Cybotron,
Mantronix,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Suicide,
Ponytail,
Bobby Sherman,
Peter & Gordon,
Prince Buster,
Unrelated Segments,
Crispian St. Peters,
Adolescents,
Monolake,
Peter and Kerry,
A Certain Ratio,
La Düsseldorf,
MC5,
Howard Jones,
Cymande,
cv313,
Faraquet,
Das Ding,
David Axelrod,
The Sonics,
Eric Dolphy,
Al Stewart,
Los Fastidios,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Wake,
The Move,
Byron Stingily,
The Victims,
U.S. Maple,
Supertramp,
Pharoah Sanders,
Index,
Harry Pussy,
Flash Fearless,
Juan Atkins,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Gories,
Carl Craig,
Steve Hackett,
Saccharine Trust,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Moleskins,
Spoonie Gee,
Guru Guru,
X-101,
Lou Reed,
The Smiths,
The Fall,
The Cowsills,
Duran Duran,
Monks,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.