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 Tonga and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manila.
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 clarinet 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 Shoche to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
Lungfish,
Easy Going,
Lower 48,
Eli Mardock,
Niagra,
The Residents,
Alphaville,
Warsaw,
Sonic Youth,
The Blues Magoos,
Shoche,
The Slackers,
The Blackbyrds,
the Swans,
Arcadia,
Ultimate Spinach,
DJ Style,
Bobby Womack,
Cameo,
Babytalk,
Youth Brigade,
The Smoke,
The Durutti Column,
Basic Channel,
Camberwell Now,
Essential Logic,
Jawbox,
Au Pairs,
Can,
Hasil Adkins,
The Divine Comedy,
Anakelly,
Television Personalities,
Susan Cadogan,
The Music Machine,
Harry Pussy,
Spoonie Gee,
Minutemen,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Knickerbockers,
The Fortunes,
Josef K,
Sun Ra,
Silicon Teens,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Blake Baxter,
Steve Hackett,
Barclay James Harvest,
DJ Sneak,
Soul II Soul,
Gabor Szabo,
Alton Ellis,
The Slits,
Ituana,
48th St. Collective,
Chrome,
EPMD,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ten City,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.