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 Turkmenistan and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the dance 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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
The Fuzztones,
The Cowsills,
Tommy Roe,
The Techniques,
Jeru the Damaja,
Zapp,
The Slackers,
Cameo,
Connie Case,
Eve St. Jones,
Tubeway Army,
Popol Vuh,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lalann,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Tremeloes,
Dark Day,
The Young Rascals,
Chris Corsano,
Sandy B,
Jerry's Kids,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
Steve Hackett,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Five Americans,
Brothers Johnson,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Litter,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Doors,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
Public Enemy,
Little Man,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Graham Central Station,
Barry Ungar,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mandrill,
Niagra,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Iggy Pop,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Darondo,
David McCallum,
Procol Harum,
Arcadia,
Rakim,
Pulsallama,
Ohio Players,
Moss Icon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Modern Lovers,
Faust,
Jandek,
Minnie Riperton,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.