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 Bahamas and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 marimba 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 the Slits. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Metal Thangz,
Wings,
Mars,
D'Angelo,
Excepter,
Ituana,
Animal Collective,
Young Marble Giants,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Blackbyrds,
Scratch Acid,
Sixth Finger,
Bill Near,
Neu!,
Infiniti,
Brick,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Neon Judgement,
The Five Americans,
The Moody Blues,
Man Parrish,
Peter & Gordon,
Sun Ra,
The Fuzztones,
Guru Guru,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lungfish,
Marshall Jefferson,
Siglo XX,
Shuggie Otis,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Soft Cell,
The Dirtbombs,
The New Christs,
Visage,
Magazine,
Harry Pussy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Reagan Youth,
Dual Sessions,
Amazonics,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Johnny Clarke,
Maleditus Sound,
Cheater Slicks,
Fatback Band,
Kerri Chandler,
Electric Prunes,
Yusef Lateef,
Lucky Dragons,
The Fire Engines,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Litter,
Gregory Isaacs,
Scientists,
The Shadows of Knight,
Donny Hathaway,
Motorama,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.