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 Haiti and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 rhodes 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 Accadde A to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 the Germs. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Tears for Fears,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Danielle Patucci,
Cal Tjader,
Michelle Simonal,
Mantronix,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ituana,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Unwound,
The Dirtbombs,
Ludus,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Camouflage,
Harmonia,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kurtis Blow,
Popol Vuh,
The Seeds,
Subhumans,
The Dead C,
Porter Ricks,
Jawbox,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Freddie Wadling,
Moby Grape,
Jeff Lynne,
Glenn Branca,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Victims,
Ultra Naté,
Skaos,
Cymande,
The Zeros,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Association,
Byron Stingily,
Roger Hodgson,
Eric Copeland,
The Grass Roots,
Minutemen,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gastr Del Sol,
Swans,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Music Machine,
Sun Ra,
AZ,
The Misunderstood,
Anthony Braxton,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Skriet,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Martian,
Fatback Band,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.