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 Korea North and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the rap 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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Bad Manners,
E-Dancer,
the Soft Cell,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Fire Engines,
the Bar-Kays,
The Moleskins,
Ornette Coleman,
Blancmange,
Severed Heads,
the Association,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ituana,
The Buckinghams,
Eden Ahbez,
Half Japanese,
Brand Nubian,
Sonny Sharrock,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Gap Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Public Image Ltd.,
Isaac Hayes,
Television,
New York Dolls,
Marine Girls,
The Residents,
Bauhaus,
Prince Buster,
Morten Harket,
The Gladiators,
Massinfluence,
Whodini,
U.S. Maple,
Supertramp,
Joy Division,
R.M.O.,
The J.B.'s,
Zapp,
Malaria!,
Radio Birdman,
Loose Ends,
The Skatalites,
Symarip,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kayak,
Bang On A Can,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bush Tetras,
Amon Düül,
Bobby Womack,
JFA,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Icehouse,
Grandmaster Flash,
June Days,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.