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 Qatar 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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ 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 Nation of Ulysses to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Johnny Osbourne,
Scientists,
Easy Going,
The Beau Brummels,
a-ha,
Arcadia,
Wolf Eyes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Aural Exciters,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sound Behaviour,
Ossler,
The Move,
Sparks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Arthur Verocai,
The Pretty Things,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Byron Stingily,
Kenny Larkin,
James White and The Blacks,
Dual Sessions,
The Five Americans,
Radio Birdman,
The Gap Band,
Das Ding,
Skaos,
Babytalk,
8 Eyed Spy,
Banda Bassotti,
The Motions,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Y Pants,
The Angels of Light,
Stereo Dub,
Spandau Ballet,
Joy Division,
Bauhaus,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
DNA,
Television Personalities,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Malaria!,
Goldenarms,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Soft Cell,
Desert Stars,
Procol Harum,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Section 25,
MDC,
The Slackers,
Jeff Lynne,
Youth Brigade,
Hardrive,
Sam Rivers,
Nik Kershaw,
Masters at Work,
Hot Snakes,
Oneida,
Grey Daturas,
Todd Rundgren,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.