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 Uzbekistan and from Bologna.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 mellotron 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 The Tremeloes to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
The Angels of Light,
Stereo Dub,
Byron Stingily,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bobby Womack,
James White and The Blacks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mad Mike,
The Flesh Eaters,
Carl Craig,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
In Retrospect,
Connie Case,
The Young Rascals,
EPMD,
The Victims,
Ken Boothe,
Eli Mardock,
Hashim,
Unrelated Segments,
The Litter,
Infiniti,
Neil Young,
Black Sheep,
Andrew Hill,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Harry Pussy,
The American Breed,
Moss Icon,
Cheater Slicks,
Neu!,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Young Marble Giants,
Graham Central Station,
Pantytec,
The Divine Comedy,
The Leaves,
Chrome,
OOIOO,
Gichy Dan,
Niagra,
Marshall Jefferson,
Black Moon,
Pet Shop Boys,
Thee Headcoats,
Roxette,
The Grass Roots,
Blake Baxter,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Japan,
Angry Samoans,
Chris Corsano,
Slave,
The Remains,
Sex Pistols,
Nick Fraelich,
Bob Dylan,
Y Pants,
KRS-One,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.