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 Zambia and from Accra.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manila.
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 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 Todd Rundgren to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Babytalk,
The Cramps,
Bobby Womack,
Kas Product,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Fuzztones,
The Offenders,
Drive Like Jehu,
Cecil Taylor,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Banda Bassotti,
Lakeside,
Bush Tetras,
Magma,
Donny Hathaway,
Drexciya,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Stooges,
La Düsseldorf,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Anthony Braxton,
Loose Ends,
H. Thieme,
the Human League,
Au Pairs,
Blancmange,
Delta 5,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Blake Baxter,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Cameo,
Stereo Dub,
Minnie Riperton,
The Five Americans,
The Searchers,
The Fall,
the Sonics,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sparks,
Ohio Players,
The Sonics,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Circle Jerks,
Japan,
the Slits,
The Fortunes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ultravox,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Gladiators,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pierre Henry,
The Real Kids,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Vogues,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Funky Four + One,
Visage,
X-Ray Spex,
Chrome,
Bootsy Collins,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.