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 Korea North and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 sitar 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 John Holt to the grime 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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Eric Dolphy,
Wings,
Bob Dylan,
The Barracudas,
Wally Richardson,
DJ Sneak,
Simply Red,
Schoolly D,
Todd Rundgren,
The Moleskins,
Whodini,
8 Eyed Spy,
Eve St. Jones,
June Days,
Theoretical Girls,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Warren Ellis,
KRS-One,
Yellowson,
Magma,
Sandy B,
Donny Hathaway,
Depeche Mode,
The Angels of Light,
Kerrie Biddell,
Marshall Jefferson,
John Foxx,
Country Teasers,
Althea and Donna,
Max Romeo,
The Black Dice,
Symarip,
Pulsallama,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pantytec,
Excepter,
Al Stewart,
Urselle,
X-Ray Spex,
The Vogues,
Reagan Youth,
Gerry Rafferty,
Animal Collective,
Danielle Patucci,
Darondo,
Alphaville,
Chris & Cosey,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Oblivians,
Hardrive,
Nas,
Shuggie Otis,
The Count Five,
Sun City Girls,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Association,
Joy Division,
Jacques Brel,
Skriet,
Cal Tjader,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.