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 Malawi and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the organ 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 Essential Logic to the rap 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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hot Snakes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
The Names,
Main Source,
Skriet,
Organ,
Gabor Szabo,
Procol Harum,
Brothers Johnson,
Peter and Kerry,
The Golliwogs,
Lightning Bolt,
New Order,
The Neon Judgement,
Buzzcocks,
Man Parrish,
Lyres,
The Evens,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Seeds,
T.S.O.L.,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Monochrome Set,
Soulsonic Force,
Masters at Work,
Lou Reed,
Surgeon,
Nas,
Jerry's Kids,
Dead Boys,
Clear Light,
Agent Orange,
Jeff Lynne,
X-101,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Sonics,
The Alarm Clocks,
Arab on Radar,
Johnny Clarke,
Faust,
Reagan Youth,
Deepchord,
Drive Like Jehu,
Agitation Free,
The Smoke,
Rod Modell,
Robert Görl,
Crash Course in Science,
Cal Tjader,
Lucky Dragons,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Technova,
Blake Baxter,
Infiniti,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Connie Case,
Tubeway Army,
The Angels of Light,
Inner City,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.