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 Benin and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 808 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 Lebanon Hanover to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Arcadia,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Yellowson,
Ludus,
Faraquet,
Swell Maps,
Banda Bassotti,
Rotary Connection,
The Victims,
Cecil Taylor,
Tres Demented,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Minny Pops,
Pagans,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Con Funk Shun,
The Moleskins,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Depeche Mode,
Gong,
Talk Talk,
Half Japanese,
The Searchers,
Quadrant,
Deepchord,
Ultra Naté,
Bobby Womack,
Gang Green,
The Stooges,
Spandau Ballet,
The Slackers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Liliput,
The Vogues,
Sex Pistols,
Eric Dolphy,
Absolute Body Control,
Eurythmics,
Stereo Dub,
The Count Five,
The Music Machine,
Second Layer,
The Divine Comedy,
K-Klass,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Saccharine Trust,
Fat Boys,
Tropical Tobacco,
Roger Hodgson,
Althea and Donna,
The New Christs,
Das Ding,
Hot Snakes,
Underground Resistance,
The Standells,
Skarface,
Harry Pussy,
Khruangbin,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.