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 Moldova and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Letta Mbulu to the funk 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 The Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Flash Fearless,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Metal Thangz,
Eric Copeland,
Hardrive,
Lalo Schifrin,
Aural Exciters,
Bush Tetras,
The Doobie Brothers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
8 Eyed Spy,
Brothers Johnson,
Darondo,
Essential Logic,
These Immortal Souls,
The Dead C,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Erasure,
Fugazi,
Pussy Galore,
Nico,
The Buckinghams,
Zero Boys,
Lalann,
Brand Nubian,
D'Angelo,
World's Most,
Jimmy McGriff,
Donny Hathaway,
Quando Quango,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dark Day,
Pet Shop Boys,
Masters at Work,
Magazine,
Faust,
Massinfluence,
Goldenarms,
Radiohead,
Juan Atkins,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sällskapet,
Johnny Clarke,
Faraquet,
The Associates,
Slick Rick,
Ornette Coleman,
Khruangbin,
The Alarm Clocks,
Television Personalities,
Reuben Wilson,
the Normal,
Stockholm Monsters,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.