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 Grenada and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 spring reverb 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 Donny Hathaway to the punk 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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Man Parrish,
Wire,
E-Dancer,
Tomorrow,
Magma,
Aaron Thompson,
Throbbing Gristle,
Visage,
Sister Nancy,
R.M.O.,
Godley & Creme,
Cameo,
Johnny Osbourne,
Funky Four + One,
the Normal,
Michelle Simonal,
Joyce Sims,
Boz Scaggs,
Crispian St. Peters,
AZ,
The Names,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Barry Ungar,
Tom Boy,
DJ Style,
Isaac Hayes,
The Happenings,
X-101,
Ludus,
Deakin,
Eurythmics,
Jerry's Kids,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Black Flag,
Q and Not U,
New Order,
This Heat,
T.S.O.L.,
Joey Negro,
Scan 7,
Scratch Acid,
Judy Mowatt,
Andrew Hill,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Human League,
Avey Tare,
Sixth Finger,
Dawn Penn,
New Age Steppers,
The Monochrome Set,
Althea and Donna,
Goldenarms,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Martian,
One Last Wish,
Soulsonic Force,
UT,
Quando Quango,
Deepchord,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.