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 Netherlands and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Faust to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Mars,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
UT,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ronnie Foster,
Joy Division,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Pop Group,
Kenny Larkin,
The Barracudas,
Agitation Free,
The Velvet Underground,
Danielle Patucci,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Amon Düül,
Excepter,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Searchers,
Chrome,
Terry Callier,
Joyce Sims,
The American Breed,
Peter and Kerry,
Bauhaus,
Crispy Ambulance,
Morten Harket,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Big Daddy Kane,
Derrick May,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pole,
Ronan,
The Gap Band,
Skriet,
Robert Görl,
Tommy Roe,
Chris & Cosey,
Ituana,
Underground Resistance,
Easy Going,
Donny Hathaway,
Sam Rivers,
U.S. Maple,
The Trojans,
Pharoah Sanders,
Throbbing Gristle,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Brothers Johnson,
Matthew Bourne,
Qualms,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Quantec,
The Misunderstood,
Soft Cell,
Panda Bear,
the Association,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.