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 Kyrgyzstan and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 snare 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 Lou Reed to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Names. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Sonic Youth,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Walker Brothers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gang Gang Dance,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Hardrive,
The Red Krayola,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Saccharine Trust,
Toni Rubio,
Hashim,
The Mighty Diamonds,
T.S.O.L.,
Panda Bear,
Qualms,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Last Poets,
The Shadows of Knight,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Beau Brummels,
Black Flag,
The Dead C,
Bauhaus,
Glenn Branca,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Talk Talk,
Pagans,
Yaz,
Monolake,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Little Man,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Hasil Adkins,
Lakeside,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Delta 5,
Robert Wyatt,
ABBA,
Wire,
Loose Ends,
Sixth Finger,
Roger Hodgson,
Pantytec,
The Blackbyrds,
Index,
The Tremeloes,
John Cale,
Cal Tjader,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bill Near,
Metal Thangz,
The Fall,
Lindisfarne,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Nas,
Fluxion,
Matthew Halsall,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.