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 Colombia and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 R.M.O. to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
The Slits,
Hot Snakes,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fela Kuti,
Flash Fearless,
Cybotron,
Sarah Menescal,
Idris Muhammad,
Funky Four + One,
The Divine Comedy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Guru Guru,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Sonics,
Spandau Ballet,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Beau Brummels,
The Smoke,
Black Pus,
Gang of Four,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mary Jane Girls,
Soft Cell,
Porter Ricks,
Tomorrow,
Pylon,
LL Cool J,
Jimmy McGriff,
Arthur Verocai,
AZ,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fat Boys,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Association,
Boz Scaggs,
Mo-Dettes,
Funkadelic,
Audionom,
Eden Ahbez,
Jacob Miller,
Negative Approach,
The Zeros,
The Buckinghams,
Minnie Riperton,
Model 500,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Henry Cow,
Electric Prunes,
Rites of Spring,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bootsy Collins,
Drive Like Jehu,
CMW,
The Associates,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bush Tetras,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lyres,
The Young Rascals,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic 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.