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 Niger and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Von Mondo,
Jeff Lynne,
Dorothy Ashby,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Urselle,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Robert Hood,
Jacques Brel,
Yazoo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Young Rascals,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pulsallama,
Todd Terry,
Los Fastidios,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Moby Grape,
Bobby Womack,
H. Thieme,
Angry Samoans,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Soul II Soul,
Smog,
The Durutti Column,
Zapp,
Davy DMX,
DJ Sneak,
Clear Light,
Massinfluence,
The Fall,
Leonard Cohen,
The Neon Judgement,
Lower 48,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Vladislav Delay,
Marvin Gaye,
Gabor Szabo,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Bar-Kays,
The Buckinghams,
The New Christs,
Marshall Jefferson,
China Crisis,
Can,
Spandau Ballet,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Roy Ayers,
Groovy Waters,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Frankie Knuckles,
Monolake,
Au Pairs,
Underground Resistance,
Aaron Thompson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Peter & Gordon,
a-ha,
Colin Newman,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.