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 Oman and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Rites of Spring to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
the Swans,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pet Shop Boys,
Black Flag,
the Bar-Kays,
Idris Muhammad,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Panda Bear,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sandy B,
The Gun Club,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Liliput,
Audionom,
PIL,
Arab on Radar,
Morten Harket,
Scratch Acid,
Second Layer,
Steve Hackett,
The Smoke,
The Barracudas,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jerry's Kids,
Infiniti,
Country Teasers,
E-Dancer,
Yaz,
Moss Icon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Brand Nubian,
Cluster,
Graham Central Station,
Jeff Lynne,
Urselle,
The Busters,
Dawn Penn,
Derrick Morgan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Soft Cell,
Scrapy,
Eli Mardock,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gang Starr,
Essential Logic,
Peter & Gordon,
Vainqueur,
Ultimate Spinach,
Archie Shepp,
The Happenings,
Joyce Sims,
David McCallum,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Faraquet,
Boz Scaggs,
Barrington Levy,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.