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 Venezuela and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Houston.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Joe Finger to the electroclash 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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Sight & Sound,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pantaleimon,
Max Romeo,
Fat Boys,
the Association,
Magazine,
Average White Band,
Slick Rick,
Gang Starr,
Scratch Acid,
Sexual Harrassment,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
R.M.O.,
Simply Red,
Sugar Minott,
Fear,
The Gories,
Mo-Dettes,
The Seeds,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Brothers Johnson,
Freddie Wadling,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Busters,
Al Stewart,
Lyres,
Stetsasonic,
Public Enemy,
Bill Wells,
The Saints,
Animal Collective,
Magma,
Kerri Chandler,
Alton Ellis,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Last Poets,
Massinfluence,
The Beau Brummels,
Moebius,
Ken Boothe,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Howard Jones,
Gastr Del Sol,
Unrelated Segments,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Khruangbin,
Warsaw,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Flash Fearless,
Trumans Water,
Agitation Free,
Neu!,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Tubeway Army,
Ossler,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Residents,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Donald Byrd,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.