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 Oman and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Stockholm.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Pierre Henry to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Lindisfarne,
Talk Talk,
Jandek,
Spoonie Gee,
Michelle Simonal,
Stiv Bators,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Joy Division,
Maleditus Sound,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bad Manners,
Ludus,
Y Pants,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Real Kids,
Davy DMX,
Roxette,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eve St. Jones,
The Divine Comedy,
AZ,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sight & Sound,
Kaleidoscope,
FM Einheit,
Negative Approach,
Avey Tare,
ABBA,
Jawbox,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ossler,
Malaria!,
Procol Harum,
Surgeon,
Boogie Down Productions,
Qualms,
Yellowson,
Juan Atkins,
Inner City,
Television,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rosa Yemen,
Scott Walker,
Byron Stingily,
Jacques Brel,
E-Dancer,
Fugazi,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Swans,
The Golliwogs,
Tears for Fears,
Aswad,
Minnie Riperton,
Bronski Beat,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Wake,
The Last Poets,
Desert Stars,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.