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 Tunisia and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 New Order 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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
Quando Quango,
Yusef Lateef,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Das Ding,
Los Fastidios,
Crispian St. Peters,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Joe Smooth,
The Evens,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Theoretical Girls,
Black Bananas,
Tropical Tobacco,
Qualms,
Deakin,
World's Most,
New York Dolls,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Underground Resistance,
The Seeds,
Ultravox,
Mandrill,
Drexciya,
Television,
Jacques Brel,
Inner City,
Eric Copeland,
H. Thieme,
Eric B and Rakim,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Happenings,
Idris Muhammad,
Guru Guru,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Tears for Fears,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gerry Rafferty,
Brass Construction,
Gastr Del Sol,
Chris Corsano,
Ponytail,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mo-Dettes,
Bronski Beat,
The Kinks,
Stereo Dub,
Quadrant,
the Association,
Tim Buckley,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Sonics,
John Lydon,
Jerry's Kids,
U.S. Maple,
Cecil Taylor,
The Dirtbombs,
Scott Walker,
Brothers Johnson,
Hardrive,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.