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 Cyprus and from London.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Fuzztones to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Cybotron,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Swans,
Matthew Halsall,
Liliput,
These Immortal Souls,
Kenny Larkin,
The Selecter,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mark Hollis,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
48th St. Collective,
The Index,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Q65,
Sun City Girls,
Babytalk,
The Martian,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Yazoo,
The Remains,
Joy Division,
Toni Rubio,
CMW,
Robert Wyatt,
a-ha,
Sight & Sound,
Shuggie Otis,
Country Teasers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Anakelly,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lyres,
Man Parrish,
Arcadia,
Wasted Youth,
Mo-Dettes,
Warsaw,
Panda Bear,
John Lydon,
Black Sheep,
Grauzone,
Carl Craig,
Al Stewart,
Matthew Bourne,
Bush Tetras,
Ituana,
Yusef Lateef,
This Heat,
Radiopuhelimet,
Severed Heads,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Barrington Levy,
Bronski Beat,
Dead Boys,
Avey Tare,
Byron Stingily,
Black Bananas,
The Monochrome Set,
Livin' Joy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.