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 Solomon Islands and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Wings to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Byron Stingily,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Busters,
Terrestrial Tones,
Matthew Bourne,
Gang of Four,
Infiniti,
Ten City,
Bobby Sherman,
Shoche,
Oblivians,
Ponytail,
Harry Pussy,
MDC,
The Golliwogs,
Nils Olav,
Traffic Nightmare,
Buzzcocks,
Tim Buckley,
The Residents,
June Days,
Michelle Simonal,
The Knickerbockers,
K-Klass,
Amon Düül,
Cal Tjader,
X-101,
Eve St. Jones,
The Wake,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lightning Bolt,
Juan Atkins,
The Fuzztones,
Sly & The Family Stone,
In Retrospect,
Camouflage,
Khruangbin,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
X-102,
Jimmy McGriff,
E-Dancer,
Yellowson,
Brass Construction,
Metal Thangz,
The Monks,
Saccharine Trust,
Severed Heads,
Procol Harum,
Neu!,
The Skatalites,
Delon & Dalcan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Minnie Riperton,
R.M.O.,
Danielle Patucci,
Basic Channel,
Black Sheep,
D'Angelo,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.