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 Tajikistan and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 linndrum 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 The Grass Roots 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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Music Machine,
the Sonics,
Vladislav Delay,
Sound Behaviour,
Roy Ayers,
Joy Division,
Radio Birdman,
Con Funk Shun,
Unwound,
Zapp,
In Retrospect,
Organ,
The Birthday Party,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The United States of America,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
CMW,
Oneida,
L. Decosne,
the Association,
Popol Vuh,
Jimmy McGriff,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Human League,
Funky Four + One,
Lindisfarne,
The Fall,
Buzzcocks,
The Names,
Graham Central Station,
Andrew Hill,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
UT,
The Durutti Column,
The Dirtbombs,
Jeru the Damaja,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Whodini,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Joey Negro,
Ken Boothe,
Jeff Lynne,
Marc Almond,
Ice-T,
Babytalk,
Blossom Toes,
Minutemen,
Khruangbin,
Kurtis Blow,
X-Ray Spex,
Morten Harket,
The Move,
Underground Resistance,
Monks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
D'Angelo,
Unrelated Segments,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.