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 Gabon and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 spring reverb 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 Dirtbombs to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Ten City,
Graham Central Station,
Aloha Tigers,
Massinfluence,
The Durutti Column,
World's Most,
This Heat,
Rosa Yemen,
Loose Ends,
Sonny Sharrock,
Wire,
Boredoms,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dennis Brown,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mo-Dettes,
Black Sheep,
New Order,
Peter & Gordon,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rites of Spring,
Camberwell Now,
Deakin,
Sister Nancy,
In Retrospect,
Deadbeat,
Althea and Donna,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Accadde A,
Wings,
Man Parrish,
The Remains,
The Pop Group,
Icehouse,
Magazine,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bobby Byrd,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Silicon Teens,
John Coltrane,
Ohio Players,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Moby Grape,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
These Immortal Souls,
Joey Negro,
Von Mondo,
Maleditus Sound,
Niagra,
Chrome,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Kinks,
Nirvana,
Bob Dylan,
Monks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Marine Girls,
Funkadelic,
the Swans,
Swell Maps,
the Soft Cell,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.