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 San Marino and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Dawn Penn to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
James White and The Blacks,
Roxy Music,
Silicon Teens,
Todd Rundgren,
Donny Hathaway,
Charles Mingus,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
E-Dancer,
Mad Mike,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Five Americans,
Blancmange,
Wings,
Pierre Henry,
Depeche Mode,
Quantec,
Piero Umiliani,
Infiniti,
Metal Thangz,
Brand Nubian,
Easy Going,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
CMW,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Big Daddy Kane,
X-Ray Spex,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Heaven 17,
the Slits,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Buckinghams,
Gong,
Khruangbin,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
New Age Steppers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Roxette,
FM Einheit,
Symarip,
Nils Olav,
Man Parrish,
The Tremeloes,
Au Pairs,
The Vogues,
Delon & Dalcan,
Black Flag,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rosa Yemen,
The Slits,
Ronan,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Germs,
Lou Reed,
F. McDonald,
Yellowson,
Fat Boys,
Bobby Byrd,
The Neon Judgement,
The Fire Engines,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Bar-Kays,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Inner City,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.