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 Japan and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 DJ Style to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Tim Buckley,
Clear Light,
Nils Olav,
Bill Wells,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jesper Dahlback,
Robert Görl,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Fugs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Scan 7,
Dorothy Ashby,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
DJ Style,
Absolute Body Control,
Chrome,
Fela Kuti,
Jerry's Kids,
Main Source,
The Divine Comedy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Joy Division,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pulsallama,
Excepter,
Tubeway Army,
Yusef Lateef,
Fear,
Ronan,
Echospace,
Trumans Water,
Lakeside,
Model 500,
CMW,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Public Image Ltd.,
Procol Harum,
Parry Music,
The United States of America,
The Residents,
These Immortal Souls,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lou Christie,
Chris Corsano,
The Vogues,
Joyce Sims,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sound Behaviour,
Lower 48,
Ornette Coleman,
Sex Pistols,
Pussy Galore,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gang of Four,
Aaron Thompson,
Gerry Rafferty,
Blake Baxter,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.