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 Gambia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Khruangbin to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran 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?
Harpers Bizarre,
Bang On A Can,
Matthew Halsall,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ultra Naté,
LL Cool J,
Leonard Cohen,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Black Dice,
Charles Mingus,
Gabor Szabo,
The Cramps,
Graham Central Station,
Andrew Hill,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Gun Club,
Ice-T,
Kayak,
The Slackers,
Juan Atkins,
Harmonia,
The Young Rascals,
U.S. Maple,
Franke,
Jeru the Damaja,
X-101,
Flipper,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Joy Division,
Au Pairs,
Ohio Players,
Thompson Twins,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Motorama,
Patti Smith,
Lou Reed,
Roy Ayers,
Aural Exciters,
Depeche Mode,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Litter,
Talk Talk,
Minutemen,
Tubeway Army,
Brick,
Maurizio,
Public Enemy,
Prince Buster,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Stooges,
DJ Style,
Flamin' Groovies,
Tom Boy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Spandau Ballet,
The Music Machine,
Crispy Ambulance,
Marvin Gaye,
Joyce Sims,
Sugar Minott,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.