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 Uruguay and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 arpeggiator 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 The Young Rascals to the grunge 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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Curtis Mayfield,
Hasil Adkins,
The Associates,
Jandek,
The Black Dice,
Magazine,
Gang Starr,
The J.B.'s,
The Smoke,
Mo-Dettes,
Bad Manners,
Mary Jane Girls,
Tears for Fears,
Scratch Acid,
Eurythmics,
Bill Near,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Raincoats,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Yusef Lateef,
Josef K,
Unwound,
Piero Umiliani,
Sarah Menescal,
The Neon Judgement,
Lalann,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Suburban Knight,
Soft Machine,
Masters at Work,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Avey Tare,
Black Sheep,
cv313,
Tropical Tobacco,
Audionom,
Parry Music,
The Gories,
Trumans Water,
Wire,
Blancmange,
Maurizio,
Black Bananas,
Chrome,
Yazoo,
Scott Walker,
Kayak,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Barbara Tucker,
Funky Four + One,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Quadrant,
Kaleidoscope,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.