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 Iraq and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 oboe 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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the grunge 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 The Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav 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 spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fluxion,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Birthday Party,
Amon Düül II,
Khruangbin,
Stockholm Monsters,
Quando Quango,
The Kinks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Derrick Morgan,
The Shadows of Knight,
Niagra,
Symarip,
a-ha,
Nation of Ulysses,
Erasure,
The Toasters,
Delta 5,
Jacques Brel,
The Velvet Underground,
kango's stein massive,
Davy DMX,
The Martian,
UT,
Infiniti,
Albert Ayler,
The Sound,
Althea and Donna,
Eric Copeland,
The Doors,
Graham Central Station,
Piero Umiliani,
Can,
Alice Coltrane,
Ultra Naté,
Spoonie Gee,
Q and Not U,
The Black Dice,
Drive Like Jehu,
Todd Terry,
Swell Maps,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ken Boothe,
the Human League,
Crime,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bill Near,
Rakim,
Lyres,
The Pop Group,
James White and The Blacks,
Idris Muhammad,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Basic Channel,
Man Eating Sloth,
Alphaville,
Vainqueur,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.