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 Indonesia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 oboe 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Oneida,
The Motions,
Slave,
Nirvana,
Shoche,
X-102,
Alice Coltrane,
Audionom,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Amazonics,
Albert Ayler,
Faraquet,
Colin Newman,
Brick,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sugar Minott,
The Seeds,
Can,
Motorama,
Fela Kuti,
New Order,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Subhumans,
Ice-T,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Angry Samoans,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mr. Review,
Soft Cell,
Neil Young,
The Young Rascals,
Harmonia,
Panda Bear,
Gang Starr,
Thompson Twins,
The Electric Prunes,
Nik Kershaw,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Music Machine,
Altered Images,
the Sonics,
Roxy Music,
the Soft Cell,
Nils Olav,
Sex Pistols,
Arcadia,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
ABBA,
Camberwell Now,
Isaac Hayes,
Soft Machine,
Second Layer,
The Golliwogs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Sound,
Bad Manners,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.