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 Moldova and from Madrid.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 chamberlin 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 Drive Like Jehu to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
The Music Machine,
David Bowie,
Boredoms,
The Zeros,
The Mighty Diamonds,
48th St. Collective,
The Modern Lovers,
Bootsy Collins,
Deakin,
Sound Behaviour,
The Smiths,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sun City Girls,
Black Flag,
Ten City,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
T. Rex,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Banda Bassotti,
Half Japanese,
Crooked Eye,
Jesper Dahlback,
Marshall Jefferson,
Donny Hathaway,
UT,
Letta Mbulu,
Robert Hood,
The Pretty Things,
Sandy B,
La Düsseldorf,
Harry Pussy,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Martian,
Lungfish,
Jacques Brel,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Khruangbin,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Television,
Radiohead,
Eddi Front,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Excepter,
Jeru the Damaja,
Popol Vuh,
Buzzcocks,
Con Funk Shun,
Brothers Johnson,
Patti Smith,
X-101,
Bluetip,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sister Nancy,
Das Ding,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Masters at Work,
Nas,
Albert Ayler,
Anthony Braxton,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.