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 Albania and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 marimba 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 The Litter to the techno 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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
Althea and Donna,
The Fortunes,
Aswad,
Curtis Mayfield,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Easy Going,
Animal Collective,
Dead Boys,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Residents,
Albert Ayler,
The Cowsills,
Faraquet,
the Bar-Kays,
Todd Terry,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Masters at Work,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
cv313,
The Fire Engines,
Hasil Adkins,
The Names,
Gichy Dan,
Simply Red,
AZ,
Sister Nancy,
The Slits,
Rod Modell,
Radiopuhelimet,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Matthew Bourne,
Aaron Thompson,
Ponytail,
The Walker Brothers,
The Smoke,
Tomorrow,
Pere Ubu,
Bad Manners,
Unwound,
Bootsy Collins,
Wasted Youth,
Yaz,
Arthur Verocai,
The Gun Club,
H. Thieme,
Black Bananas,
Radio Birdman,
Soulsonic Force,
Kenny Larkin,
Interpol,
Man Parrish,
Gang Starr,
Avey Tare,
Moss Icon,
The Litter,
The Black Dice,
The Misunderstood,
Infiniti,
Eurythmics,
Talk Talk,
Khruangbin,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.