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 Togo and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 arpeggiator 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 Tomorrow to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Leonard Cohen,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ronan,
Marmalade,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
UT,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Scrapy,
Electric Prunes,
Joensuu 1685,
T.S.O.L.,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Scan 7,
The Angels of Light,
Unwound,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Qualms,
Sandy B,
Iggy Pop,
Easy Going,
Neu!,
The Fortunes,
Pantytec,
Organ,
Alton Ellis,
Country Teasers,
Peter and Kerry,
Gang Gang Dance,
Angry Samoans,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Index,
DNA,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Dave Clark Five,
Essential Logic,
Arthur Verocai,
Wolf Eyes,
Bush Tetras,
Second Layer,
Maleditus Sound,
Tim Buckley,
The Dirtbombs,
the Germs,
Pole,
Zero Boys,
Tres Demented,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Underground Resistance,
Fugazi,
JFA,
June Days,
Avey Tare,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pantaleimon,
Rotary Connection,
Bobby Byrd,
T. Rex,
The Black Dice,
Bang On A Can,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.