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 Comoros and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Remains,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Tomorrow,
Excepter,
Basic Channel,
Rod Modell,
Janne Schatter,
Soul II Soul,
FM Einheit,
Brand Nubian,
Wally Richardson,
Juan Atkins,
Brick,
Swell Maps,
Marcia Griffiths,
Section 25,
Deakin,
Roger Hodgson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Henry Cow,
Vladislav Delay,
X-Ray Spex,
Judy Mowatt,
Joe Smooth,
Cal Tjader,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jandek,
Public Enemy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Slick Rick,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Inner City,
the Association,
UT,
Junior Murvin,
Magma,
Matthew Bourne,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ponytail,
Goldenarms,
Heaven 17,
The Beau Brummels,
ABBA,
Wasted Youth,
Severed Heads,
Livin' Joy,
Schoolly D,
Banda Bassotti,
Minnie Riperton,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Fuzztones,
Sound Behaviour,
Moebius,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Tres Demented,
the Bar-Kays,
Fear,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.