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 Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 sitar 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 The Index to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Little Man,
The Motions,
The Names,
Chris & Cosey,
Jawbox,
Mars,
Liliput,
Zapp,
Sight & Sound,
Graham Central Station,
Eli Mardock,
Rakim,
Tim Buckley,
David McCallum,
Black Bananas,
Shoche,
Gang Starr,
Theoretical Girls,
The Gladiators,
D'Angelo,
Nils Olav,
Jacob Miller,
Derrick Morgan,
John Cale,
Procol Harum,
Robert Hood,
Joe Smooth,
Radio Birdman,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Country Teasers,
These Immortal Souls,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Fortunes,
Derrick May,
The Invisible,
DJ Sneak,
The Residents,
The Grass Roots,
The Tremeloes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Darondo,
Warren Ellis,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pulsallama,
Negative Approach,
Bang On A Can,
Danielle Patucci,
Schoolly D,
Smog,
Loose Ends,
Pere Ubu,
Flash Fearless,
ABC,
Sixth Finger,
Alphaville,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Modern Lovers,
Niagra,
Tom Boy,
Amazonics,
Parry Music,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.