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 Cambodia and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Steve Hackett to the punk 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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Black Moon,
Das Ding,
Warren Ellis,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mad Mike,
Bobby Womack,
MDC,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Red Krayola,
Joyce Sims,
Eli Mardock,
The United States of America,
Khruangbin,
Robert Hood,
The Music Machine,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Pretty Things,
Matthew Bourne,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bobby Sherman,
Television,
Nirvana,
Saccharine Trust,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Trojans,
Parry Music,
The Cowsills,
Hasil Adkins,
Motorama,
ABBA,
Television Personalities,
Inner City,
Dual Sessions,
kango's stein massive,
Average White Band,
Surgeon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sarah Menescal,
Ultravox,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Hot Snakes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Hashim,
Malaria!,
Subhumans,
Peter & Gordon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Freddie Wadling,
Stiv Bators,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sound Behaviour,
The Index,
Talk Talk,
Scan 7,
Beasts of Bourbon,
China Crisis,
Von Mondo,
Darondo,
Negative Approach,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.