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 Nauru and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the disco 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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Peter & Gordon,
DJ Sneak,
The Seeds,
New York Dolls,
Jacques Brel,
Amon Düül,
Blossom Toes,
The Vogues,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Wings,
Lalann,
Nils Olav,
Lyres,
Shuggie Otis,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bluetip,
The Buckinghams,
Arcadia,
L. Decosne,
Freddie Wadling,
Black Sheep,
The Misunderstood,
Carl Craig,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Slits,
Erykah Badu,
Second Layer,
Peter and Kerry,
Howard Jones,
The Human League,
Scratch Acid,
Aloha Tigers,
Ossler,
Jeff Lynne,
Jacob Miller,
Desert Stars,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Dirtbombs,
Chris Corsano,
the Fania All-Stars,
Popol Vuh,
Eddi Front,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rod Modell,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Buzzcocks,
John Holt,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Y Pants,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Grey Daturas,
The Durutti Column,
Alton Ellis,
Liliput,
Tubeway Army,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Fuzztones,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.