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 Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Pylon to the rap 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Vainqueur,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Amon Düül II,
Gong,
Minor Threat,
T. Rex,
Nirvana,
Quadrant,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mad Mike,
Bronski Beat,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ultravox,
Half Japanese,
Clear Light,
Nico,
Rufus Thomas,
Big Daddy Kane,
Joensuu 1685,
MDC,
Skriet,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Divine Comedy,
LL Cool J,
The Trojans,
Television,
Robert Hood,
The Index,
Carl Craig,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
OOIOO,
Newcleus,
Boz Scaggs,
The Cowsills,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pantaleimon,
The Move,
Hardrive,
Charles Mingus,
Eve St. Jones,
The Saints,
Subhumans,
Bluetip,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Wake,
The Doors,
Saccharine Trust,
Skaos,
Depeche Mode,
Little Man,
Sixth Finger,
Smog,
Fugazi,
Guru Guru,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Minnie Riperton,
The Real Kids,
X-101,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.