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 Tunisia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Robert Wyatt to the grime 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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Moss Icon,
The Gap Band,
T.S.O.L.,
The Associates,
Smog,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Circle Jerks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Junior Murvin,
Gichy Dan,
Talk Talk,
Visage,
The Pop Group,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Albert Ayler,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
David Bowie,
Average White Band,
the Association,
Nik Kershaw,
Crispy Ambulance,
Zero Boys,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Swans,
Agitation Free,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Victims,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jerry's Kids,
Frankie Knuckles,
Radiopuhelimet,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Nas,
Model 500,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bobby Sherman,
Malaria!,
Surgeon,
OOIOO,
Franke,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Electric Prunes,
Popol Vuh,
Judy Mowatt,
Tim Buckley,
Electric Light Orchestra,
David Axelrod,
Hasil Adkins,
Shuggie Otis,
The Gun Club,
Cal Tjader,
Accadde A,
the Fania All-Stars,
Byron Stingily,
Interpol,
PIL,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Velvet Underground,
The Walker Brothers,
Skriet,
Spoonie Gee,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.