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 Russia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 rhodes 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 Unwound to the grime 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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Country Teasers,
Yellowson,
Pylon,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jeff Lynne,
Aswad,
Moby Grape,
the Normal,
The Move,
Sandy B,
Delon & Dalcan,
Scientists,
Traffic Nightmare,
Roxette,
Darondo,
Eddi Front,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Yazoo,
The Offenders,
The Smiths,
The Knickerbockers,
The Fuzztones,
New York Dolls,
Royal Trux,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Minutemen,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Black Sheep,
Ice-T,
The Names,
The Evens,
Severed Heads,
Average White Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Absolute Body Control,
Radiohead,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jeff Mills,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Barclay James Harvest,
Joe Finger,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Los Fastidios,
Eric Copeland,
Bronski Beat,
Wings,
The Motions,
Bill Wells,
The Skatalites,
This Heat,
Thompson Twins,
Tears for Fears,
Jawbox,
Von Mondo,
The Sonics,
Underground Resistance,
Fugazi,
Jandek,
Harpers Bizarre,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.