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 Mongolia and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Camberwell Now to the grunge 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 the Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Whodini,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eli Mardock,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Accadde A,
Suburban Knight,
Rod Modell,
Aloha Tigers,
Essential Logic,
Spoonie Gee,
Soft Machine,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Black Pus,
The Fuzztones,
The Blackbyrds,
Kool Moe Dee,
New York Dolls,
Pulsallama,
Yaz,
Ronnie Foster,
Anthony Braxton,
Surgeon,
The Young Rascals,
Bush Tetras,
The Busters,
The Fortunes,
The Real Kids,
the Normal,
Kas Product,
Metal Thangz,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Doors,
Ten City,
Marmalade,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fugazi,
The Seeds,
MC5,
DJ Style,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rites of Spring,
The Knickerbockers,
John Cale,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Panda Bear,
Man Eating Sloth,
Hot Snakes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
L. Decosne,
Mr. Review,
Ultra Naté,
Qualms,
Johnny Clarke,
Soft Cell,
Lightning Bolt,
Audionom,
Terrestrial Tones,
Average White Band,
Faraquet,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.