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 Niger and from Manchester.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Jandek to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Mark Hollis,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Absolute Body Control,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Fania All-Stars,
Robert Wyatt,
Gichy Dan,
E-Dancer,
Outsiders,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fad Gadget,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Unrelated Segments,
Althea and Donna,
Heaven 17,
Ronnie Foster,
Camberwell Now,
Basic Channel,
Procol Harum,
Peter and Kerry,
EPMD,
The Shadows of Knight,
Cheater Slicks,
The Monks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Q and Not U,
Electric Prunes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Goldenarms,
Suburban Knight,
Laurel Aitken,
The Residents,
Liliput,
Peter & Gordon,
Aswad,
Zapp,
Malaria!,
Jawbox,
The Young Rascals,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Blancmange,
Slave,
Man Parrish,
The Cure,
Harmonia,
PIL,
Leonard Cohen,
Deadbeat,
Rekid,
The Red Krayola,
Joe Smooth,
Neu!,
One Last Wish,
Shoche,
Josef K,
Animal Collective,
Depeche Mode,
Max Romeo,
Excepter,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.