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 Mali and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Eve St. Jones to the crunk 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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Eurythmics,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Alison Limerick,
Joyce Sims,
The Seeds,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jandek,
Dawn Penn,
Yusef Lateef,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
John Cale,
Brothers Johnson,
Tears for Fears,
Mantronix,
Reagan Youth,
Fear,
Soul Sonic Force,
Neu!,
Donny Hathaway,
Average White Band,
Ituana,
Frankie Knuckles,
Siglo XX,
Suicide,
The Gories,
Section 25,
Albert Ayler,
The Happenings,
Traffic Nightmare,
Animal Collective,
10cc,
This Heat,
Infiniti,
Outsiders,
Fluxion,
Connie Case,
The Birthday Party,
Grauzone,
Camberwell Now,
Eden Ahbez,
Procol Harum,
Bob Dylan,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Count Five,
Colin Newman,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Flesh Eaters,
Roy Ayers,
The Skatalites,
Charles Mingus,
The Gladiators,
Black Sheep,
The Pretty Things,
Patti Smith,
Thompson Twins,
Kerri Chandler,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Steve Hackett,
Depeche Mode,
The Monochrome Set,
Cecil Taylor,
Shoche,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.