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 Liechtenstein and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro 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 Fall to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
The Mojo Men,
Wings,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Shadows of Knight,
Howard Jones,
Slick Rick,
La Düsseldorf,
Todd Rundgren,
Minutemen,
Television Personalities,
FM Einheit,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Robert Hood,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ituana,
Das Ding,
Gang Starr,
Moby Grape,
48th St. Collective,
Ludus,
The Names,
Jacques Brel,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Infiniti,
John Holt,
Accadde A,
Monks,
Dave Gahan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Chris & Cosey,
Lightning Bolt,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Prince Buster,
Alton Ellis,
Guru Guru,
Spoonie Gee,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Visage,
Donald Byrd,
8 Eyed Spy,
Marc Almond,
T. Rex,
Archie Shepp,
The Fire Engines,
Cheater Slicks,
June Days,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Martian,
Radiohead,
The American Breed,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jacob Miller,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Echospace,
Vainqueur,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Laurel Aitken,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.