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 Cyprus and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 New Order to the grunge 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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unwound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Marine Girls,
Matthew Halsall,
Das Ding,
Glenn Branca,
The Skatalites,
Underground Resistance,
Bobby Womack,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
D'Angelo,
Scott Walker,
Zapp,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rod Modell,
Gang Starr,
The Modern Lovers,
Wolf Eyes,
KRS-One,
Soulsonic Force,
Fat Boys,
Agent Orange,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bush Tetras,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jawbox,
Eli Mardock,
One Last Wish,
Deadbeat,
Q and Not U,
FM Einheit,
Saccharine Trust,
The Sonics,
The Kinks,
Robert Wyatt,
LL Cool J,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Boogie Down Productions,
Quando Quango,
Tres Demented,
Mark Hollis,
The Sound,
Flipper,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ossler,
Little Man,
The Fuzztones,
Television Personalities,
the Soft Cell,
Rapeman,
Crooked Eye,
Lindisfarne,
The Monks,
Reuben Wilson,
Sonny Sharrock,
48th St. Collective,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lee Hazlewood,
Faraquet,
Leonard Cohen,
Symarip,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fear,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.