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 Malaysia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 clarinet 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 ABC to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
The Durutti Column,
Lungfish,
The Slackers,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Skatalites,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
DJ Sneak,
Soul II Soul,
Kas Product,
Joe Finger,
Rapeman,
The Modern Lovers,
Quantec,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Minnie Riperton,
Fear,
The Star Department,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Techniques,
Radiohead,
Mo-Dettes,
Bang On A Can,
T.S.O.L.,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eden Ahbez,
Yusef Lateef,
Nils Olav,
The Detroit Cobras,
Barbara Tucker,
Roxette,
Groovy Waters,
The Gun Club,
Lou Christie,
Big Daddy Kane,
Prince Buster,
Ornette Coleman,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Roxy Music,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ronnie Foster,
Little Man,
Deepchord,
Amon Düül II,
Camouflage,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Skaos,
The Flesh Eaters,
Silicon Teens,
Procol Harum,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lightning Bolt,
The American Breed,
Circle Jerks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Stockholm Monsters,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.