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 Benin and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 synthesizer 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 Silicon Teens to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps 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?
Letta Mbulu,
Porter Ricks,
Brick,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Basic Channel,
Swell Maps,
Supertramp,
The Last Poets,
Talk Talk,
The Kinks,
Ronnie Foster,
The Litter,
Circle Jerks,
The Pop Group,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Tremeloes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Black Pus,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Cal Tjader,
The Vogues,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Toni Rubio,
Sex Pistols,
Black Sheep,
Althea and Donna,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Carl Craig,
Pylon,
Stiv Bators,
Crime,
Los Fastidios,
The Wake,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Agent Orange,
Jeru the Damaja,
Unwound,
Soft Cell,
the Fania All-Stars,
Minnie Riperton,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Yaz,
Bill Near,
Nico,
Bobby Womack,
Livin' Joy,
Metal Thangz,
New York Dolls,
Tim Buckley,
Danielle Patucci,
Brand Nubian,
Kaleidoscope,
Joe Finger,
Johnny Osbourne,
Niagra,
Electric Prunes,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.