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 Nicaragua and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Gang Starr to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Brass Construction,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bluetip,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Livin' Joy,
Joy Division,
10cc,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Freddie Wadling,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Quantec,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ronan,
The Invisible,
DJ Sneak,
Nico,
The Golliwogs,
Black Pus,
Lebanon Hanover,
Icehouse,
Harmonia,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Scott Walker,
The Cramps,
Ludus,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sound Behaviour,
Dennis Brown,
Grey Daturas,
Nik Kershaw,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Oblivians,
Sparks,
Anthony Braxton,
Model 500,
Flamin' Groovies,
Slave,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sun City Girls,
Soulsonic Force,
Zapp,
In Retrospect,
The Fire Engines,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ronnie Foster,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
Tres Demented,
Can,
Organ,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jandek,
The Red Krayola,
The Dead C,
The Grass Roots,
X-101,
ABC,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.