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 Serbia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 organ 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 E-Dancer to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Darondo,
Mark Hollis,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Fortunes,
Jacob Miller,
Harmonia,
The Motions,
John Lydon,
Sandy B,
Jeff Lynne,
Wings,
Minny Pops,
Ten City,
Kerri Chandler,
Crooked Eye,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jimmy McGriff,
Drive Like Jehu,
Half Japanese,
Q and Not U,
Derrick Morgan,
Gastr Del Sol,
Soulsonic Force,
Sister Nancy,
The Martian,
Steve Hackett,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mars,
The Raincoats,
The Remains,
Bang On A Can,
Blake Baxter,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Monks,
Kevin Saunderson,
UT,
The Seeds,
Arab on Radar,
X-Ray Spex,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Fall,
The Toasters,
Sällskapet,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Reagan Youth,
Skriet,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Slits,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Andrew Hill,
Aloha Tigers,
Metal Thangz,
Heaven 17,
Cybotron,
Cluster,
Nation of Ulysses,
Slick Rick,
Roy Ayers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Albert Ayler,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fat Boys,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.