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 Cape Verde and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Rufus Thomas to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bang On A Can,
Eden Ahbez,
Brand Nubian,
Judy Mowatt,
48th St. Collective,
the Slits,
In Retrospect,
The Monochrome Set,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lou Reed,
Hasil Adkins,
The Trojans,
Marc Almond,
LL Cool J,
Boogie Down Productions,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lou Christie,
Ronan,
The Sound,
Gerry Rafferty,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Albert Ayler,
The Birthday Party,
Lakeside,
Blancmange,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mars,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
New Age Steppers,
The Neon Judgement,
Sight & Sound,
Lee Hazlewood,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Masters at Work,
The Selecter,
Fugazi,
Goldenarms,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Techniques,
kango's stein massive,
Barbara Tucker,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Human League,
Anakelly,
Shuggie Otis,
The Barracudas,
Jawbox,
Tres Demented,
The Leaves,
Vladislav Delay,
Sun City Girls,
Dual Sessions,
Johnny Clarke,
Lindisfarne,
Excepter,
Gabor Szabo,
Das Ding,
Slave,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.