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 Uzbekistan and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Cheater Slicks to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Thompson Twins,
Liliput,
Mary Jane Girls,
cv313,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Fuzztones,
Nick Fraelich,
Heaven 17,
Unwound,
Robert Wyatt,
Khruangbin,
Sex Pistols,
Sister Nancy,
Radio Birdman,
Throbbing Gristle,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eli Mardock,
Shuggie Otis,
UT,
Blake Baxter,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Maurizio,
DJ Style,
H. Thieme,
The Music Machine,
Roy Ayers,
The Moody Blues,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mission of Burma,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Slits,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
K-Klass,
Barbara Tucker,
Quadrant,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Kinks,
The Saints,
The Victims,
The Beau Brummels,
Boredoms,
Sun City Girls,
Newcleus,
John Cale,
Boz Scaggs,
The Knickerbockers,
John Foxx,
Bronski Beat,
Tres Demented,
Nas,
Faraquet,
Desert Stars,
JFA,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Neu!,
Aaron Thompson,
Dual Sessions,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.