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 Kazakhstan and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 guitar 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 Anakelly to the jazz 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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Excepter,
Davy DMX,
Erasure,
Alphaville,
the Normal,
Barbara Tucker,
Organ,
Con Funk Shun,
Kevin Saunderson,
Panda Bear,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Agitation Free,
Yazoo,
The Slackers,
Lucky Dragons,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Associates,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Standells,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fat Boys,
The Trojans,
8 Eyed Spy,
Warren Ellis,
Eric Copeland,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
X-Ray Spex,
The Move,
The Martian,
Animal Collective,
The Five Americans,
Alton Ellis,
Sällskapet,
Ten City,
Loose Ends,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Cecil Taylor,
the Germs,
Dead Boys,
Juan Atkins,
Rod Modell,
The Invisible,
Sun City Girls,
Chris Corsano,
Newcleus,
Gang Starr,
Oneida,
The Mojo Men,
Shoche,
Bluetip,
Aural Exciters,
The Doobie Brothers,
Public Enemy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Harry Pussy,
Nils Olav,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.