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 Mongolia and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Sao Paulo.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the snare 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 Sandy B to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Cheater Slicks,
The Walker Brothers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The J.B.'s,
Bobby Womack,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Thee Headcoats,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lightning Bolt,
Bootsy Collins,
The Real Kids,
The Saints,
The Fugs,
Maurizio,
Eric Copeland,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bill Near,
Aural Exciters,
Tomorrow,
Boredoms,
The Trojans,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Animal Collective,
Minutemen,
The Raincoats,
Whodini,
Audionom,
Suburban Knight,
Tres Demented,
Talk Talk,
Mars,
Bill Wells,
Suicide,
Adolescents,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Seeds,
Oblivians,
Mo-Dettes,
Erykah Badu,
D'Angelo,
Ronnie Foster,
The Monks,
Oneida,
Intrusion,
Nick Fraelich,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mission of Burma,
Jeff Lynne,
Pulsallama,
Kaleidoscope,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Grass Roots,
Livin' Joy,
The Fuzztones,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Smoke,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.