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 Mexico and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 harpsichord 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the grunge 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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Iggy Pop,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Matthew Bourne,
The Star Department,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lyres,
The Litter,
Panda Bear,
Banda Bassotti,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Oneida,
Fear,
Robert Hood,
The Stooges,
The Evens,
Symarip,
Deepchord,
The Black Dice,
The Offenders,
Gang Green,
Bronski Beat,
Patti Smith,
Jawbox,
R.M.O.,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Wally Richardson,
The Gun Club,
Neil Young,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Black Moon,
Kenny Larkin,
Swell Maps,
Aswad,
Byron Stingily,
Yazoo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Japan,
John Cale,
Monolake,
Interpol,
Bobby Sherman,
Magma,
Darondo,
Von Mondo,
Pierre Henry,
The Techniques,
Bauhaus,
Ituana,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The J.B.'s,
Sparks,
Brand Nubian,
Schoolly D,
Bang On A Can,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.