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 Zambia and from Lyon.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 808 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 Bill Wells to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jawbox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Neil Young,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Dead C,
Average White Band,
Sister Nancy,
Lyres,
Trumans Water,
The Modern Lovers,
Tommy Roe,
The Move,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Durutti Column,
Anthony Braxton,
Blancmange,
10cc,
Aaron Thompson,
Donald Byrd,
The Associates,
Flamin' Groovies,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Happenings,
Rod Modell,
James White and The Blacks,
Guru Guru,
The Divine Comedy,
The Wake,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pylon,
Tears for Fears,
Throbbing Gristle,
Moebius,
Jerry's Kids,
Robert Görl,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Janne Schatter,
World's Most,
Qualms,
Leonard Cohen,
the Normal,
The Count Five,
Franke,
Eurythmics,
Ice-T,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Amazonics,
Neu!,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Crooked Eye,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mr. Review,
the Sonics,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dennis Brown,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ornette Coleman,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Radio Birdman,
Pantaleimon,
Icehouse,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.