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 Slovenia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Yazoo to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Boz Scaggs,
Amon Düül,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tubeway Army,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bobby Sherman,
F. McDonald,
Gabor Szabo,
Rites of Spring,
Hoover,
Aural Exciters,
La Düsseldorf,
Ohio Players,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gastr Del Sol,
Cluster,
the Swans,
Pierre Henry,
Lungfish,
Fugazi,
Marmalade,
H. Thieme,
Ultra Naté,
Groovy Waters,
Drexciya,
Joe Smooth,
Fatback Band,
Jeff Mills,
The American Breed,
Icehouse,
Spoonie Gee,
Freddie Wadling,
Graham Central Station,
Mars,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Fire Engines,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Moody Blues,
Pylon,
Joey Negro,
Iggy Pop,
Neil Young,
Pole,
Wasted Youth,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Q and Not U,
Jandek,
Oneida,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Curtis Mayfield,
Outsiders,
Smog,
The Gun Club,
The Cramps,
Terry Callier,
Kayak,
Half Japanese,
Metal Thangz,
Pulsallama,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.