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 Belarus and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 güiro 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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?
Tommy Roe,
Eve St. Jones,
A Certain Ratio,
Derrick Morgan,
Monolake,
Tomorrow,
Rod Modell,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Icehouse,
Mark Hollis,
Morten Harket,
DJ Style,
Gil Scott Heron,
Y Pants,
Jimmy McGriff,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Fugs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Albert Ayler,
Moby Grape,
Scrapy,
Black Moon,
Gregory Isaacs,
Roxette,
Kas Product,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Quando Quango,
The Monks,
The Motions,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Don Cherry,
Camouflage,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Happenings,
Model 500,
Pet Shop Boys,
Howard Jones,
Radiohead,
The Residents,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lucky Dragons,
UT,
John Coltrane,
Ultimate Spinach,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Neil Young,
The Mighty Diamonds,
cv313,
New Order,
Wings,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Buckinghams,
Eddi Front,
Amon Düül II,
Popol Vuh,
Essential Logic,
the Bar-Kays,
Robert Görl,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Funky Four + One,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.