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 Tunisia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 Shanghai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 sitar 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 Janne Schatter to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Zeros,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Reuben Wilson,
Vladislav Delay,
Supertramp,
Khruangbin,
Al Stewart,
Andrew Hill,
Oneida,
Bill Near,
The Residents,
Danielle Patucci,
Grandmaster Flash,
Little Man,
Tropical Tobacco,
Juan Atkins,
The Litter,
In Retrospect,
Cybotron,
Parry Music,
The Young Rascals,
The Fortunes,
Pagans,
Heaven 17,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Animal Collective,
Morten Harket,
Organ,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jandek,
Q and Not U,
New Age Steppers,
The Count Five,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
10cc,
Radio Birdman,
Easy Going,
Erykah Badu,
The Fugs,
June Days,
Minutemen,
Marvin Gaye,
Bob Dylan,
Rapeman,
Swans,
The Motions,
Scrapy,
The Durutti Column,
The Monks,
Chrome,
Blancmange,
Quantec,
Gong,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Can,
Scan 7,
New Order,
Max Romeo,
Tres Demented,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.