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 Antigua and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 synthesizer 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 Television Personalities to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Ultimate Spinach,
Section 25,
Pagans,
Freddie Wadling,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mr. Review,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Monochrome Set,
Deepchord,
Janne Schatter,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Khruangbin,
Symarip,
Ohio Players,
Hardrive,
Saccharine Trust,
Pussy Galore,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Moebius,
The Monks,
Half Japanese,
Black Flag,
Joy Division,
The Buckinghams,
Fela Kuti,
The Fugs,
The Cure,
Idris Muhammad,
Barbara Tucker,
Eve St. Jones,
Zero Boys,
Rod Modell,
Young Marble Giants,
Amon Düül II,
Lou Christie,
The Offenders,
June of 44,
Fad Gadget,
the Association,
Reagan Youth,
T. Rex,
Ten City,
Anakelly,
Toni Rubio,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tim Buckley,
Roy Ayers,
Joensuu 1685,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Drexciya,
Nils Olav,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jawbox,
the Normal,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Scientists,
The Sound,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pylon,
The Fuzztones,
The Tremeloes,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.