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 San Marino and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Nation of Ulysses to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Aswad,
Siglo XX,
The Move,
Bobby Byrd,
The Buckinghams,
Talk Talk,
Reuben Wilson,
The Offenders,
Interpol,
Matthew Bourne,
Simply Red,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Oblivians,
Minny Pops,
Roxy Music,
Minor Threat,
The Sound,
Sugar Minott,
Arcadia,
The Stooges,
Ronan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bob Dylan,
Royal Trux,
The New Christs,
K-Klass,
The Dirtbombs,
The Wake,
the Normal,
Negative Approach,
Hashim,
DJ Sneak,
The Durutti Column,
The Busters,
Idris Muhammad,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Cluster,
Rakim,
Young Marble Giants,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pere Ubu,
Model 500,
AZ,
Bronski Beat,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Arab on Radar,
cv313,
Anthony Braxton,
Yusef Lateef,
Second Layer,
Hoover,
Sarah Menescal,
MC5,
the Sonics,
Pulsallama,
Quadrant,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.