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 Niger and from Bologna.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 rhodes 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 Crispian St. Peters to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
CMW,
Boz Scaggs,
Boogie Down Productions,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bauhaus,
Von Mondo,
Gichy Dan,
Absolute Body Control,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
June Days,
Siglo XX,
Rekid,
Clear Light,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Iggy Pop,
Sarah Menescal,
The Associates,
The Smiths,
T.S.O.L.,
Model 500,
Hasil Adkins,
The Raincoats,
Danielle Patucci,
the Soft Cell,
Pussy Galore,
Hoover,
Kerrie Biddell,
Erykah Badu,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Simply Red,
Alison Limerick,
The Techniques,
Bill Near,
The Durutti Column,
Black Bananas,
The Neon Judgement,
Wolf Eyes,
the Fania All-Stars,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Todd Terry,
Scientists,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sugar Minott,
Ponytail,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rod Modell,
Peter & Gordon,
The Index,
Technova,
The Residents,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eric B and Rakim,
DNA,
Tubeway Army,
8 Eyed Spy,
Cecil Taylor,
This Heat,
Quando Quango,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.