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 Laos and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 mellotron 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 Man Eating Sloth to the jazz 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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Funky Four + One,
Camberwell Now,
Tubeway Army,
In Retrospect,
The Durutti Column,
Wings,
Morten Harket,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Toni Rubio,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mantronix,
The Busters,
Tropical Tobacco,
The New Christs,
Joensuu 1685,
Soul Sonic Force,
Alphaville,
Sam Rivers,
The Blues Magoos,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Warren Ellis,
Robert Görl,
Accadde A,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Icehouse,
Aloha Tigers,
Spandau Ballet,
Rosa Yemen,
Joy Division,
The Vogues,
The Standells,
Isaac Hayes,
The Victims,
Todd Rundgren,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Cowsills,
Banda Bassotti,
Average White Band,
Dark Day,
Sexual Harrassment,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Motorama,
Q and Not U,
Amon Düül,
The Invisible,
Bluetip,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Joey Negro,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Roy Ayers,
June of 44,
Metal Thangz,
Tomorrow,
Electric Prunes,
ABBA,
Wasted Youth,
Infiniti,
Tom Boy,
The Offenders,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.