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 Lebanon and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 linndrum 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 Barry Ungar to the electroclash 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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bluetip,
Judy Mowatt,
The Monochrome Set,
Chris Corsano,
Dawn Penn,
Heaven 17,
Sound Behaviour,
Sex Pistols,
Flash Fearless,
Robert Görl,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Outsiders,
Black Moon,
Malaria!,
Dennis Brown,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Juan Atkins,
This Heat,
L. Decosne,
Scrapy,
Tommy Roe,
EPMD,
Supertramp,
The Grass Roots,
Marcia Griffiths,
Delta 5,
Scott Walker,
Ituana,
Trumans Water,
The Tremeloes,
Arthur Verocai,
Pharoah Sanders,
Average White Band,
The Fall,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Michelle Simonal,
Roxette,
Warsaw,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Simply Red,
Arcadia,
The Divine Comedy,
10cc,
Infiniti,
The Red Krayola,
Curtis Mayfield,
Todd Rundgren,
Pussy Galore,
Iggy Pop,
Chrome,
The Young Rascals,
Ossler,
Slick Rick,
Liliput,
DJ Style,
the Association,
Aaron Thompson,
Moss Icon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Carl Craig,
Robert Hood,
T.S.O.L.,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.