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 Gambia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 sitar 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Animal Collective,
Crime,
The Real Kids,
Lyres,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Sonics,
Groovy Waters,
Jeru the Damaja,
Malaria!,
Kevin Saunderson,
Connie Case,
the Germs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Barry Ungar,
Sound Behaviour,
La Düsseldorf,
Scientists,
Black Flag,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bad Manners,
Sugar Minott,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Deakin,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Peter and Kerry,
Marc Almond,
Crooked Eye,
The Fortunes,
K-Klass,
Lungfish,
The Red Krayola,
Jeff Lynne,
Kaleidoscope,
Anakelly,
Underground Resistance,
Gichy Dan,
Moby Grape,
The Searchers,
Tommy Roe,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sex Pistols,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
John Coltrane,
The Monochrome Set,
Blancmange,
Sonic Youth,
Saccharine Trust,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ituana,
Wasted Youth,
New Order,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Circle Jerks,
Leonard Cohen,
Nirvana,
Marcia Griffiths,
Delon & Dalcan,
New York Dolls,
Rakim,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ponytail,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.