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 Brunei and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1973 at the first Television 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 Roxy Music to the disco 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 The Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Pussy Galore,
Kaleidoscope,
Rhythm & Sound,
Circle Jerks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sugar Minott,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Robert Hood,
The Index,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sonny Sharrock,
Intrusion,
John Foxx,
Pylon,
Neil Young,
Rotary Connection,
KRS-One,
The Remains,
Pantaleimon,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rakim,
The Detroit Cobras,
Public Image Ltd.,
Black Bananas,
Bobby Womack,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Dual Sessions,
Peter & Gordon,
Nation of Ulysses,
Joyce Sims,
The Smoke,
Black Sheep,
Prince Buster,
The Gladiators,
Model 500,
Arthur Verocai,
Whodini,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lebanon Hanover,
Roy Ayers,
Jacques Brel,
Chris & Cosey,
Gabor Szabo,
Minnie Riperton,
X-101,
Sound Behaviour,
Audionom,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Yaz,
The Zeros,
The Last Poets,
Bang On A Can,
Nils Olav,
ABBA,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Stockholm Monsters,
Black Pus,
China Crisis,
Adolescents,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.