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 Kosovo and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 Niagra to the rap 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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Guru Guru,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Boredoms,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Radio Birdman,
The Evens,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Detroit Cobras,
Crash Course in Science,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Barbara Tucker,
The Move,
Swell Maps,
Sight & Sound,
The Skatalites,
Outsiders,
Marshall Jefferson,
Iggy Pop,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Flesh Eaters,
Brothers Johnson,
The Cramps,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bob Dylan,
Bobby Sherman,
The Doors,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Raincoats,
Josef K,
the Slits,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Deepchord,
DJ Sneak,
Derrick Morgan,
Gang of Four,
The Barracudas,
Little Man,
Robert Görl,
10cc,
Stetsasonic,
Joe Smooth,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jacques Brel,
Stiv Bators,
Junior Murvin,
The Sound,
Blancmange,
Isaac Hayes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
CMW,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Normal,
June of 44,
the Soft Cell,
Joensuu 1685,
ABBA,
K-Klass,
Second Layer,
China Crisis,
The Smoke,
Unrelated Segments,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.