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 Jordan and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Howard Jones to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Stiv Bators,
Outsiders,
Minny Pops,
These Immortal Souls,
Harry Pussy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Magma,
K-Klass,
Severed Heads,
Tommy Roe,
Electric Prunes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Half Japanese,
Scientists,
The Gap Band,
Radio Birdman,
The New Christs,
Nik Kershaw,
Rosa Yemen,
Harpers Bizarre,
Make Up,
Andrew Hill,
Dave Gahan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Thompson Twins,
Scott Walker,
David Bowie,
48th St. Collective,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Joe Finger,
Crooked Eye,
MC5,
Avey Tare,
Talk Talk,
The American Breed,
Traffic Nightmare,
Soulsonic Force,
Fear,
Funky Four + One,
Country Teasers,
Letta Mbulu,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Walker Brothers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Wake,
Peter and Kerry,
Aswad,
Dead Boys,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Main Source,
Scrapy,
Television,
Swans,
Jerry Gold Smith,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Josef K,
The Searchers,
Popol Vuh,
The Modern Lovers,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.