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 Sweden and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Unrelated Segments to the funk 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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Subhumans,
Wire,
Yaz,
Bobby Byrd,
The J.B.'s,
Funky Four + One,
The Monks,
The Misunderstood,
Can,
Chrome,
Nils Olav,
Electric Prunes,
Kayak,
Marc Almond,
Gang Starr,
Essential Logic,
The Monochrome Set,
The Detroit Cobras,
Alton Ellis,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Aural Exciters,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lower 48,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Surgeon,
The Moody Blues,
Don Cherry,
Excepter,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Smiths,
Dave Gahan,
Parry Music,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Pretty Things,
Grauzone,
Technova,
KRS-One,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Minnie Riperton,
Nik Kershaw,
Outsiders,
Arcadia,
Scrapy,
Loose Ends,
Los Fastidios,
Scientists,
The Grass Roots,
Ludus,
Barbara Tucker,
John Lydon,
The Birthday Party,
The Knickerbockers,
Hoover,
Todd Rundgren,
Fugazi,
Fela Kuti,
Thee Headcoats,
Echospace,
Spandau Ballet,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.