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 Argentina and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
The Gap Band,
Beasts of Bourbon,
ABBA,
Technova,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Minor Threat,
Accadde A,
The Mummies,
Godley & Creme,
Boz Scaggs,
The Sonics,
Drexciya,
Little Man,
the Slits,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Peter & Gordon,
Bluetip,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Khruangbin,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kaleidoscope,
Eric Dolphy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Tres Demented,
Roxette,
Ronnie Foster,
Eli Mardock,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gong,
The Fall,
Suicide,
Cabaret Voltaire,
David McCallum,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Minutemen,
The Human League,
John Foxx,
the Bar-Kays,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rapeman,
H. Thieme,
The Index,
EPMD,
Sarah Menescal,
Todd Rundgren,
Von Mondo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Chris Corsano,
Adolescents,
The Blackbyrds,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Smiths,
Dave Gahan,
Main Source,
New Age Steppers,
Black Bananas,
Robert Hood,
Gang Green,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.