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 Morocco and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 güiro 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 Infiniti to the disco 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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 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 Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
John Coltrane,
Panda Bear,
Deakin,
The Move,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Mummies,
Excepter,
Lindisfarne,
Al Stewart,
Nas,
The Real Kids,
The Associates,
Maurizio,
Monolake,
Eve St. Jones,
Sonic Youth,
Fat Boys,
Aswad,
Pantytec,
James White and The Blacks,
The Selecter,
Lou Reed,
Boredoms,
Harry Pussy,
The Angels of Light,
X-101,
Agent Orange,
Ultimate Spinach,
Derrick Morgan,
Barrington Levy,
The Divine Comedy,
Intrusion,
Whodini,
Kool Moe Dee,
Magma,
Loose Ends,
The Smoke,
Spoonie Gee,
Electric Prunes,
T.S.O.L.,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sister Nancy,
PIL,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Underground Resistance,
Radio Birdman,
Radiopuhelimet,
Frankie Knuckles,
Wolf Eyes,
John Foxx,
The Moleskins,
Technova,
B.T. Express,
Lalann,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Hashim,
Q65,
Fugazi,
Trumans Water,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.