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 South Sudan and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tokyo.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 New Order to the dance 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 Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jawbox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Organ,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Livin' Joy,
Quando Quango,
David McCallum,
Dark Day,
Can,
Eric Copeland,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Velvet Underground,
Grey Daturas,
Siglo XX,
Supertramp,
Barclay James Harvest,
A Certain Ratio,
Reagan Youth,
Moebius,
Charles Mingus,
Crime,
Chris Corsano,
kango's stein massive,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mr. Review,
DJ Style,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Crispy Ambulance,
Todd Rundgren,
Lou Reed,
Magazine,
Donny Hathaway,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Oblivians,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sound Behaviour,
Clear Light,
Depeche Mode,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Little Man,
E-Dancer,
Groovy Waters,
Pagans,
The Searchers,
The Red Krayola,
Easy Going,
Minny Pops,
Girls At Our Best!,
Joe Finger,
Graham Central Station,
a-ha,
the Swans,
The Doobie Brothers,
Black Flag,
Monks,
Cecil Taylor,
Animal Collective,
The Saints,
Kenny Larkin,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.