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 Argentina and from Portland.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin 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 Skatalites to the funk 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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Donny Hathaway,
Sun City Girls,
Grey Daturas,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Anakelly,
Bluetip,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pole,
World's Most,
Scratch Acid,
Barry Ungar,
Kerri Chandler,
Joy Division,
Talk Talk,
Robert Görl,
Chris Corsano,
Kool Moe Dee,
Groovy Waters,
Trumans Water,
Yellowson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
cv313,
Black Pus,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Slits,
the Swans,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Real Kids,
Amon Düül II,
Joe Smooth,
Soul II Soul,
The Victims,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Doors,
Sandy B,
Janne Schatter,
The Dave Clark Five,
Danielle Patucci,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Arthur Verocai,
Eden Ahbez,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Kinks,
Deepchord,
R.M.O.,
Sonic Youth,
Sällskapet,
Warren Ellis,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Japan,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jerry's Kids,
ABC,
Sam Rivers,
Agitation Free,
John Cale,
Camberwell Now,
The Seeds,
OOIOO,
Stockholm Monsters,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.