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 Bangladesh and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 snare 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 Ohio Players to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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?
Black Bananas,
Rod Modell,
The Pretty Things,
Joensuu 1685,
the Normal,
Franke,
The Blackbyrds,
Traffic Nightmare,
Erasure,
Charles Mingus,
Radiohead,
The Star Department,
Brick,
Suicide,
Tropical Tobacco,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Surgeon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Standells,
The Invisible,
Delta 5,
The Monks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Whodini,
Ludus,
Quando Quango,
Toni Rubio,
Youth Brigade,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Connie Case,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Loose Ends,
Yellowson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Derrick May,
Bronski Beat,
48th St. Collective,
Cameo,
The Angels of Light,
Davy DMX,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Leonard Cohen,
Ice-T,
The Trojans,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pantytec,
cv313,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Doors,
Gang Starr,
Rakim,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pagans,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Moss Icon,
Kurtis Blow,
Junior Murvin,
the Slits,
Wally Richardson,
The Modern Lovers,
Minor Threat,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.