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 Belize 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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 arpeggiator 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Arthur Verocai,
DJ Sneak,
The Move,
Interpol,
Brand Nubian,
cv313,
Joy Division,
Ponytail,
The J.B.'s,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Index,
Wasted Youth,
Blancmange,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Cybotron,
Neil Young,
the Human League,
Henry Cow,
Japan,
Oneida,
Heaven 17,
Banda Bassotti,
Panda Bear,
The Vogues,
Judy Mowatt,
Blake Baxter,
Mandrill,
Leonard Cohen,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Evens,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Brothers Johnson,
Khruangbin,
Quantec,
Barbara Tucker,
Bobby Womack,
Zapp,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gang Starr,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Minutemen,
Q and Not U,
Alphaville,
Patti Smith,
Johnny Clarke,
MC5,
The Doors,
Sonic Youth,
Sound Behaviour,
Roy Ayers,
Cal Tjader,
Todd Rundgren,
Delon & Dalcan,
Joe Smooth,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
John Lydon,
Ice-T,
Little Man,
Bush Tetras,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.