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 Canada and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Aaron Thompson,
Icehouse,
L. Decosne,
Oblivians,
The Move,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Joe Finger,
Chris Corsano,
Terry Callier,
B.T. Express,
Loose Ends,
Faraquet,
Big Daddy Kane,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Model 500,
The Dirtbombs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Von Mondo,
Slave,
Michelle Simonal,
Skaos,
Cymande,
Smog,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Knickerbockers,
Crooked Eye,
Brass Construction,
Black Sheep,
Faust,
The Wake,
Ultra Naté,
The Alarm Clocks,
Alice Coltrane,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Theoretical Girls,
Boz Scaggs,
La Düsseldorf,
Minutemen,
Pagans,
The Slits,
Los Fastidios,
Rufus Thomas,
New York Dolls,
Cluster,
Khruangbin,
Don Cherry,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Star Department,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pantytec,
Pere Ubu,
Spandau Ballet,
Roger Hodgson,
Toni Rubio,
Laurel Aitken,
The Neon Judgement,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The United States of America,
Black Pus,
Heaven 17,
A Certain Ratio,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.