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 Eritrea and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 güiro 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 Chrome to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
Circle Jerks,
Gang of Four,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Steve Hackett,
Lyres,
Lou Reed,
H. Thieme,
Eve St. Jones,
Glambeats Corp.,
Robert Hood,
June Days,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Japan,
Excepter,
John Holt,
Soul Sonic Force,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Panda Bear,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fear,
Groovy Waters,
JFA,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
New York Dolls,
The Sound,
Mantronix,
Technova,
Judy Mowatt,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Joe Smooth,
Clear Light,
PIL,
Ultimate Spinach,
Skriet,
The Velvet Underground,
Gichy Dan,
Jerry's Kids,
Dead Boys,
Henry Cow,
Animal Collective,
Qualms,
Section 25,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Newcleus,
Funkadelic,
Rosa Yemen,
Camberwell Now,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Monks,
Khruangbin,
The Neon Judgement,
Sarah Menescal,
Flash Fearless,
The Move,
Magazine,
Cheater Slicks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Alison Limerick,
Patti Smith,
Al Stewart,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.