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 Marshall Islands and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Wally Richardson to the rap 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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Black Dice record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
T. Rex,
Iggy Pop,
Cluster,
Unwound,
Little Man,
Erykah Badu,
Joe Smooth,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Human League,
Ken Boothe,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Saints,
Lou Reed,
Pulsallama,
Peter and Kerry,
Ronnie Foster,
Lalann,
Gong,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Icehouse,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Soul II Soul,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Electric Prunes,
Rites of Spring,
Urselle,
Excepter,
Pagans,
Max Romeo,
Pantytec,
Kaleidoscope,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Invisible,
Warsaw,
Liliput,
Nils Olav,
Jandek,
Siglo XX,
Bush Tetras,
Absolute Body Control,
Juan Atkins,
Bill Wells,
Nick Fraelich,
Prince Buster,
Arthur Verocai,
Faraquet,
Cecil Taylor,
Vainqueur,
Public Image Ltd.,
Black Flag,
Alison Limerick,
Panda Bear,
Dual Sessions,
Beasts of Bourbon,
David Bowie,
Maleditus Sound,
Duran Duran,
Sister Nancy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Blake Baxter,
the Swans,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.