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 Grenada and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Eric Dolphy to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Rites of Spring,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Con Funk Shun,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mars,
Rapeman,
DNA,
Sixth Finger,
Lower 48,
Los Fastidios,
Parry Music,
The American Breed,
New Age Steppers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Seeds,
Brass Construction,
Agitation Free,
Funky Four + One,
U.S. Maple,
Eric Dolphy,
Chrome,
Kas Product,
The Wake,
The Star Department,
Harpers Bizarre,
Faust,
Jawbox,
The Walker Brothers,
Arthur Verocai,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kayak,
Newcleus,
Hot Snakes,
Bill Near,
Joy Division,
Gang Starr,
Eurythmics,
Vladislav Delay,
Ituana,
Average White Band,
Suburban Knight,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Metal Thangz,
B.T. Express,
Josef K,
Letta Mbulu,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Laurel Aitken,
Deepchord,
Mandrill,
Grandmaster Flash,
Trumans Water,
Nils Olav,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Sound,
cv313,
Graham Central Station,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Toni Rubio,
Soft Machine,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.