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 Colombia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 synthesizer 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 Magma to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
The Saints,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Black Dice,
The Pretty Things,
Japan,
Darondo,
Q65,
Main Source,
The Knickerbockers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Blossom Toes,
Sam Rivers,
Popol Vuh,
Bootsy Collins,
Magma,
Skriet,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Underground Resistance,
John Holt,
Sound Behaviour,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Barracudas,
Amon Düül,
Jacob Miller,
Mandrill,
Idris Muhammad,
The Sonics,
The Moody Blues,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Nick Fraelich,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Don Cherry,
UT,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Chris & Cosey,
Wings,
Magazine,
kango's stein massive,
Deepchord,
Tim Buckley,
The Birthday Party,
Fear,
The Trojans,
World's Most,
Matthew Bourne,
Banda Bassotti,
Spandau Ballet,
The Golliwogs,
The Busters,
One Last Wish,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The United States of America,
Sarah Menescal,
Delta 5,
Funky Four + One,
Yazoo,
The Zeros,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.