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 Bangladesh and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 mellotron 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 Kas Product to the rock 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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Gang Green,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Shuggie Otis,
Dennis Brown,
Albert Ayler,
Darondo,
Jandek,
The Gladiators,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Delon & Dalcan,
Avey Tare,
The Doobie Brothers,
Maleditus Sound,
Magma,
Swell Maps,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Main Source,
Terry Callier,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Echospace,
Niagra,
Cal Tjader,
Skriet,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Barry Ungar,
The Blues Magoos,
Procol Harum,
Second Layer,
Lower 48,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Slick Rick,
Max Romeo,
Mr. Review,
Marmalade,
Mary Jane Girls,
Mark Hollis,
Scratch Acid,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rufus Thomas,
The Black Dice,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
New Order,
the Swans,
Gong,
DJ Sneak,
kango's stein massive,
Mission of Burma,
The Divine Comedy,
Liliput,
The Fugs,
Silicon Teens,
Nick Fraelich,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Hot Snakes,
The Grass Roots,
The Sound,
Steve Hackett,
OOIOO,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
World's Most,
Circle Jerks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Nation of Ulysses,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.