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 Slovakia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 organ 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 Reagan Youth to the electroclash 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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
This Heat,
Rhythm & Sound,
Infiniti,
The Blackbyrds,
Zero Boys,
Spandau Ballet,
Cluster,
Sonic Youth,
Das Ding,
Agitation Free,
Terry Callier,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Victims,
UT,
the Fania All-Stars,
Oblivians,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
L. Decosne,
Section 25,
Wally Richardson,
Flipper,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Massinfluence,
Livin' Joy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Scan 7,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Scientists,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Index,
DNA,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Black Pus,
OOIOO,
Arab on Radar,
Janne Schatter,
Boredoms,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bang On A Can,
Shuggie Otis,
Slick Rick,
Faust,
Brick,
The Shadows of Knight,
Cecil Taylor,
Electric Prunes,
Moebius,
The Motions,
Echospace,
Joensuu 1685,
Crispy Ambulance,
Von Mondo,
Donald Byrd,
Bobby Byrd,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kurtis Blow,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.