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 Malaysia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
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 Silicon Teens to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Dorothy Ashby,
Agent Orange,
David Axelrod,
Sexual Harrassment,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Quando Quango,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sixth Finger,
Fatback Band,
Moby Grape,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Five Americans,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Zeros,
Whodini,
the Bar-Kays,
Kaleidoscope,
Negative Approach,
Derrick Morgan,
OOIOO,
Intrusion,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Alarm Clocks,
Magazine,
The Standells,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Saccharine Trust,
The Trojans,
The Sound,
The Fire Engines,
Rapeman,
Deepchord,
The Beau Brummels,
Patti Smith,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cheater Slicks,
Donald Byrd,
Bobby Womack,
Jacques Brel,
Simply Red,
Yusef Lateef,
Joe Finger,
Chris Corsano,
The American Breed,
The Misunderstood,
Goldenarms,
Tubeway Army,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pantytec,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rufus Thomas,
Susan Cadogan,
Matthew Halsall,
Rhythm & Sound,
Franke,
Robert Wyatt,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Swell Maps,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.