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 Somalia and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 synthesizer 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 U.S. Maple to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
A Certain Ratio,
Von Mondo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
PIL,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dennis Brown,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Howard Jones,
Wally Richardson,
The Martian,
Cybotron,
The Angels of Light,
Main Source,
Funkadelic,
Pet Shop Boys,
Outsiders,
Graham Central Station,
The Cure,
Amon Düül,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Gap Band,
Average White Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Grass Roots,
8 Eyed Spy,
Siglo XX,
Deepchord,
Theoretical Girls,
Joy Division,
Pere Ubu,
Faraquet,
Warren Ellis,
Alphaville,
The Birthday Party,
Depeche Mode,
Danielle Patucci,
Ossler,
Lou Christie,
The United States of America,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
T. Rex,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
kango's stein massive,
Pylon,
Altered Images,
Bobby Sherman,
The Raincoats,
The Smiths,
Camouflage,
Ultravox,
The Happenings,
Model 500,
Sarah Menescal,
Dawn Penn,
Joey Negro,
Nick Fraelich,
Blancmange,
Avey Tare,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
MC5,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.