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 Zimbabwe and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 güiro 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 Thompson Twins to the grime 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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Ralphi Rosario,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Idris Muhammad,
Jacob Miller,
The Raincoats,
LL Cool J,
Parry Music,
The Music Machine,
Scientists,
Ultra Naté,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Arthur Verocai,
Nirvana,
Black Flag,
Loose Ends,
Rekid,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bush Tetras,
The Kinks,
Au Pairs,
Althea and Donna,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
John Foxx,
Camouflage,
Minny Pops,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
KRS-One,
Deadbeat,
Lou Reed,
The Beau Brummels,
The Neon Judgement,
Nation of Ulysses,
Young Marble Giants,
Bobby Sherman,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Evens,
Fat Boys,
U.S. Maple,
Jimmy McGriff,
Stockholm Monsters,
Skaos,
Accadde A,
Ludus,
Arcadia,
Gong,
Matthew Halsall,
Lou Christie,
DJ Sneak,
Pantaleimon,
Infiniti,
Lungfish,
Harry Pussy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The American Breed,
Basic Channel,
K-Klass,
The Fugs,
Todd Terry,
Ken Boothe,
Cymande,
Mo-Dettes,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.