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 Montenegro and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 oboe 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 Simply Red to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Stockholm Monsters,
Aaron Thompson,
R.M.O.,
Anakelly,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Cowsills,
Ultimate Spinach,
Khruangbin,
Aloha Tigers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Hardrive,
Sugar Minott,
Leonard Cohen,
Kurtis Blow,
The Five Americans,
Parry Music,
Piero Umiliani,
The Dead C,
Youth Brigade,
Scott Walker,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Carl Craig,
D'Angelo,
Yaz,
Spandau Ballet,
The Young Rascals,
Sound Behaviour,
Gichy Dan,
Erykah Badu,
The Trojans,
Sixth Finger,
Banda Bassotti,
Glenn Branca,
June Days,
Chrome,
Chris Corsano,
The Tremeloes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Judy Mowatt,
Lakeside,
AZ,
John Holt,
Blake Baxter,
Mission of Burma,
Sex Pistols,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Camouflage,
Marcia Griffiths,
Girls At Our Best!,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kaleidoscope,
Organ,
Unwound,
The Slackers,
Sister Nancy,
Neil Young,
Masters at Work,
Arab on Radar,
The United States of America,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Litter,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.