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 Thailand and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Stereo Dub to the disco 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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bang On A Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Tommy Roe,
The American Breed,
Man Parrish,
Tres Demented,
Absolute Body Control,
The Flesh Eaters,
Nils Olav,
Nik Kershaw,
the Fania All-Stars,
John Cale,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Patti Smith,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Crash Course in Science,
Mo-Dettes,
Magma,
Sister Nancy,
Japan,
One Last Wish,
Alton Ellis,
Ten City,
Marmalade,
Maleditus Sound,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
L. Decosne,
The Black Dice,
The Dave Clark Five,
Aswad,
Deakin,
T. Rex,
Nation of Ulysses,
Livin' Joy,
Rotary Connection,
New Age Steppers,
Gichy Dan,
Jeff Lynne,
Yusef Lateef,
Lebanon Hanover,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Slits,
Brothers Johnson,
The Human League,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Flash Fearless,
Duran Duran,
Dawn Penn,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Grey Daturas,
LL Cool J,
Matthew Halsall,
Darondo,
The Gun Club,
Davy DMX,
Bobby Sherman,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Gladiators,
KRS-One,
Lucky Dragons,
Roxy Music,
Dual Sessions,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.