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 El Salvador and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 Glasgow and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 synthesizer 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 Count Five to the electroclash 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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
X-Ray Spex,
The Human League,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Fire Engines,
The Tremeloes,
Donny Hathaway,
Lalann,
Alison Limerick,
Jacob Miller,
Lakeside,
Kayak,
The Doobie Brothers,
Saccharine Trust,
Ultravox,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Liliput,
Can,
Tim Buckley,
Alton Ellis,
Rufus Thomas,
Minnie Riperton,
Tears for Fears,
Rites of Spring,
Khruangbin,
Freddie Wadling,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Grandmaster Flash,
Qualms,
The Evens,
H. Thieme,
Metal Thangz,
Shoche,
Spandau Ballet,
Isaac Hayes,
Chris Corsano,
Ralphi Rosario,
Althea and Donna,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Slits,
Sound Behaviour,
Von Mondo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Delta 5,
The Music Machine,
Minny Pops,
the Sonics,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ronnie Foster,
Steve Hackett,
Unrelated Segments,
La Düsseldorf,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
T.S.O.L.,
Derrick Morgan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Faust,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.