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 Singapore and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Robert Palmer 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 Joe Finger to the techno 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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
Nick Fraelich,
The Martian,
AZ,
The Evens,
Donny Hathaway,
Youth Brigade,
Eric Copeland,
Gichy Dan,
Ituana,
Cymande,
X-Ray Spex,
Ten City,
The Fire Engines,
Rosa Yemen,
Marshall Jefferson,
David Axelrod,
DNA,
Livin' Joy,
Byron Stingily,
Cal Tjader,
The Human League,
The J.B.'s,
Robert Görl,
Graham Central Station,
Second Layer,
Archie Shepp,
The Wake,
The Raincoats,
The Cure,
Bob Dylan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Y Pants,
Scion,
Silicon Teens,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Searchers,
R.M.O.,
Pet Shop Boys,
Index,
The Count Five,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Faraquet,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Oneida,
Pantytec,
Quadrant,
Stockholm Monsters,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Don Cherry,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Intrusion,
Vladislav Delay,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Parry Music,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Star Department,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.