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 Czech Republic and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 guitar 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 Infiniti to the grunge 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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
X-Ray Spex,
Josef K,
Bang On A Can,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tubeway Army,
Kevin Saunderson,
JFA,
Faust,
Fatback Band,
Adolescents,
Porter Ricks,
The Residents,
One Last Wish,
Television Personalities,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kerrie Biddell,
Grey Daturas,
The Flesh Eaters,
James White and The Blacks,
Thompson Twins,
Prince Buster,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Amon Düül II,
Blossom Toes,
Crooked Eye,
Crime,
Radio Birdman,
Lucky Dragons,
Trumans Water,
Grauzone,
Terry Callier,
The Raincoats,
Procol Harum,
Spoonie Gee,
CMW,
Kaleidoscope,
Masters at Work,
Eve St. Jones,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Blackbyrds,
The Pretty Things,
Funkadelic,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Talk Talk,
Average White Band,
Howard Jones,
Eden Ahbez,
Animal Collective,
Shoche,
Main Source,
Faraquet,
Zapp,
Rosa Yemen,
Brothers Johnson,
The Litter,
Charles Mingus,
Lightning Bolt,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Juan Atkins,
Moebius,
Joyce Sims,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.