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 Netherlands and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bobby Sherman to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Black Moon,
Masters at Work,
KRS-One,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fear,
The Five Americans,
Black Sheep,
Mary Jane Girls,
La Düsseldorf,
Supertramp,
Isaac Hayes,
The Music Machine,
Carl Craig,
Q and Not U,
Deadbeat,
Warsaw,
Rosa Yemen,
Cameo,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Happenings,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Boogie Down Productions,
Royal Trux,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Robert Hood,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Susan Cadogan,
Slave,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ronnie Foster,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
H. Thieme,
Negative Approach,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Gap Band,
Michelle Simonal,
Urselle,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Crispy Ambulance,
Public Enemy,
A Certain Ratio,
10cc,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fluxion,
Scan 7,
Faust,
PIL,
Banda Bassotti,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Mission of Burma,
Robert Görl,
The Fuzztones,
Cymande,
LL Cool J,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Radio Birdman,
Echospace,
Skaos,
The Black Dice,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.