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 Qatar and from Taipei.
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 Glasgow and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Infiniti,
Danielle Patucci,
Gastr Del Sol,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bill Wells,
Dave Gahan,
KRS-One,
Tomorrow,
Bob Dylan,
Aloha Tigers,
Siglo XX,
Anthony Braxton,
Qualms,
Donny Hathaway,
Jacques Brel,
Black Flag,
Youth Brigade,
Marine Girls,
Dawn Penn,
the Human League,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Moleskins,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jeru the Damaja,
Unwound,
The Golliwogs,
Marmalade,
Half Japanese,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Niagra,
Organ,
Reagan Youth,
Lou Christie,
June Days,
Toni Rubio,
Trumans Water,
Whodini,
Skaos,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Soul II Soul,
Chris Corsano,
Ten City,
Cecil Taylor,
World's Most,
Boredoms,
Rekid,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ituana,
Franke,
The Sonics,
Henry Cow,
Mary Jane Girls,
Audionom,
Roxette,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Big Daddy Kane,
The J.B.'s,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Brothers Johnson,
Bad Manners,
Wings,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.