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 Moldova and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 organ 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 Crash Course in Science to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Can,
The Monochrome Set,
Tomorrow,
Marmalade,
Josef K,
Marcia Griffiths,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
New York Dolls,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Blossom Toes,
the Normal,
The Modern Lovers,
Pylon,
The Wake,
Ponytail,
Intrusion,
The Red Krayola,
Nation of Ulysses,
Television Personalities,
Tommy Roe,
The Vogues,
Idris Muhammad,
Brand Nubian,
The Seeds,
Pere Ubu,
Pussy Galore,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Victims,
The Doors,
Marvin Gaye,
Lou Reed,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Golliwogs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Raincoats,
the Bar-Kays,
Quadrant,
David McCallum,
Lyres,
Anthony Braxton,
Godley & Creme,
the Sonics,
Clear Light,
Robert Hood,
DJ Sneak,
Los Fastidios,
Panda Bear,
Dual Sessions,
Deadbeat,
The Skatalites,
Jawbox,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Associates,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.