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 Qatar and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Marmalade to the grunge 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 The Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
The Smoke,
The Tremeloes,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sällskapet,
Lightning Bolt,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
One Last Wish,
Reuben Wilson,
The Monochrome Set,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Godley & Creme,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ohio Players,
Quando Quango,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Maurizio,
The Birthday Party,
T. Rex,
The Divine Comedy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Electric Prunes,
ABC,
Bluetip,
Jesper Dahlback,
This Heat,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Public Image Ltd.,
Groovy Waters,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Real Kids,
Mars,
The Misunderstood,
JFA,
The Mummies,
Todd Terry,
Reagan Youth,
Tim Buckley,
Lungfish,
Sparks,
Tom Boy,
Bang On A Can,
The Walker Brothers,
Interpol,
The Trojans,
Gabor Szabo,
Aswad,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
John Holt,
Eden Ahbez,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Angry Samoans,
Buzzcocks,
Nils Olav,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
China Crisis,
Scientists,
Royal Trux,
The Monks,
David Axelrod,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.