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 Seychelles and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 chamberlin 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 Wire to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 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?
Technova,
X-Ray Spex,
Maurizio,
Todd Rundgren,
Warren Ellis,
Quantec,
Surgeon,
Make Up,
Organ,
Kayak,
Matthew Bourne,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Human League,
Davy DMX,
The Neon Judgement,
The Gun Club,
Frankie Knuckles,
Quando Quango,
John Holt,
Babytalk,
Flamin' Groovies,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Hashim,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Idris Muhammad,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Circle Jerks,
The Alarm Clocks,
The J.B.'s,
The Blackbyrds,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Albert Ayler,
The Divine Comedy,
Trumans Water,
D'Angelo,
Bad Manners,
Robert Wyatt,
Mars,
The Litter,
The New Christs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Intrusion,
Procol Harum,
The Fire Engines,
Ronan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Japan,
The Martian,
Thompson Twins,
Silicon Teens,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Faust,
The Zeros,
Pylon,
Jeff Lynne,
Vladislav Delay,
Eric Dolphy,
New York Dolls,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.