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 St Lucia and from Stockholm.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the theremin 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 Youth Brigade to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Grandmaster Flash,
Robert Görl,
Brothers Johnson,
Suburban Knight,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mad Mike,
Black Pus,
June Days,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Neu!,
B.T. Express,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Minutemen,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Model 500,
Warsaw,
Bizarre Inc.,
Livin' Joy,
Malaria!,
Fat Boys,
Camberwell Now,
June of 44,
Jacques Brel,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Hasil Adkins,
Newcleus,
Ituana,
Mo-Dettes,
Oblivians,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
ABBA,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Yaz,
Whodini,
Yusef Lateef,
Skaos,
The Tremeloes,
Dennis Brown,
Neil Young,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Anakelly,
The Victims,
Robert Hood,
The Invisible,
Eli Mardock,
Roxette,
The Velvet Underground,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Radiopuhelimet,
Big Daddy Kane,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Slackers,
Sugar Minott,
Gichy Dan,
Anthony Braxton,
Agent Orange,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Cowsills,
Monks,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.