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 Norway and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the guitar 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 Tropical Tobacco to the grime 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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Gil Scott Heron,
Glenn Branca,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Slits,
Amazonics,
Chris & Cosey,
Little Man,
the Human League,
Flipper,
Tom Boy,
Sandy B,
Arcadia,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Harmonia,
Gong,
Guru Guru,
Amon Düül II,
Ossler,
Moss Icon,
Icehouse,
Deakin,
K-Klass,
The Names,
The Residents,
Gang Starr,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Reuben Wilson,
Cheater Slicks,
Oblivians,
The Martian,
The Motions,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Terry Callier,
Tomorrow,
Pierre Henry,
Dual Sessions,
The Toasters,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Animal Collective,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lucky Dragons,
Erasure,
Roxette,
Deepchord,
Johnny Clarke,
Black Bananas,
Eric Dolphy,
Rites of Spring,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eurythmics,
Supertramp,
The Zeros,
The Cowsills,
Erykah Badu,
The J.B.'s,
Gang Gang Dance,
Camouflage,
Grauzone,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.