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 Mongolia and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 The Toasters to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
A Certain Ratio,
The Monochrome Set,
Frankie Knuckles,
Accadde A,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Theoretical Girls,
Qualms,
Lower 48,
Kayak,
Scott Walker,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
T. Rex,
Gong,
Television Personalities,
Arthur Verocai,
Brand Nubian,
Ultimate Spinach,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Circle Jerks,
The Raincoats,
Harmonia,
ABC,
Audionom,
Quadrant,
Basic Channel,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sparks,
The Stooges,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Funky Four + One,
Visage,
The Count Five,
Barbara Tucker,
CMW,
Maleditus Sound,
Khruangbin,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sex Pistols,
T.S.O.L.,
Yusef Lateef,
The Pop Group,
Urselle,
Bobby Byrd,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Moleskins,
Henry Cow,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Move,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Tears for Fears,
Max Romeo,
David Axelrod,
Aaron Thompson,
Pantaleimon,
Saccharine Trust,
New York Dolls,
The Cure,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.