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 Marshall Islands and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Scrapy to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Rakim,
Nirvana,
Easy Going,
Silicon Teens,
The Smiths,
Freddie Wadling,
Lou Reed,
Matthew Bourne,
Y Pants,
Oneida,
The Human League,
Eli Mardock,
Unrelated Segments,
Sarah Menescal,
The Slackers,
Aswad,
Simply Red,
Drexciya,
Monks,
Peter & Gordon,
Lucky Dragons,
Half Japanese,
Circle Jerks,
Das Ding,
Boredoms,
Eddi Front,
Jeff Mills,
Max Romeo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Five Americans,
The Fugs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Knickerbockers,
Mantronix,
Ituana,
Delta 5,
Traffic Nightmare,
Unwound,
Maleditus Sound,
Gastr Del Sol,
Big Daddy Kane,
Animal Collective,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Roger Hodgson,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Flesh Eaters,
Morten Harket,
Swell Maps,
Arthur Verocai,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fear,
Marine Girls,
Todd Rundgren,
Avey Tare,
Moss Icon,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.