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 Nicaragua and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Von Mondo to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Khruangbin,
Al Stewart,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Invisible,
Bill Near,
Glenn Branca,
Hasil Adkins,
The Red Krayola,
Von Mondo,
Inner City,
MDC,
Freddie Wadling,
Lebanon Hanover,
Drive Like Jehu,
Theoretical Girls,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kerrie Biddell,
David Axelrod,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Searchers,
June Days,
Pagans,
Alison Limerick,
Technova,
The Star Department,
Lucky Dragons,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rosa Yemen,
Bobby Womack,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Scratch Acid,
Sight & Sound,
Guru Guru,
Aaron Thompson,
Ultra Naté,
Eli Mardock,
The Moody Blues,
Amazonics,
Tears for Fears,
Tres Demented,
Slick Rick,
Massinfluence,
Sugar Minott,
Icehouse,
Dawn Penn,
Bizarre Inc.,
Michelle Simonal,
The Trojans,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ponytail,
Altered Images,
Swans,
Patti Smith,
Wasted Youth,
The Fall,
Shuggie Otis,
Whodini,
Lakeside,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.