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 India and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Delon & Dalcan to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Khruangbin,
The Remains,
The Divine Comedy,
Interpol,
Schoolly D,
Isaac Hayes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ultravox,
the Swans,
The Red Krayola,
Anakelly,
Bang On A Can,
Scratch Acid,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Minutemen,
Arcadia,
Brass Construction,
Gerry Rafferty,
Moebius,
Second Layer,
Steve Hackett,
Camouflage,
Lakeside,
John Lydon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Whodini,
Rod Modell,
Deadbeat,
Bizarre Inc.,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Y Pants,
Wings,
The Names,
Brand Nubian,
F. McDonald,
Skriet,
John Holt,
Ludus,
Josef K,
Tommy Roe,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kool Moe Dee,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
OOIOO,
The Doors,
The Sonics,
Max Romeo,
Moss Icon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
David Axelrod,
The Young Rascals,
Nirvana,
T.S.O.L.,
Aswad,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Chris Corsano,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.