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 Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 Milan and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 synthesizer 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 Deakin to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Smog,
CMW,
Animal Collective,
Q65,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Wally Richardson,
Magma,
Siglo XX,
the Bar-Kays,
Drexciya,
Vainqueur,
Joe Finger,
Kaleidoscope,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Index,
Electric Prunes,
Idris Muhammad,
Quantec,
June of 44,
One Last Wish,
Crash Course in Science,
ABBA,
Mission of Burma,
Blancmange,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pylon,
EPMD,
Buzzcocks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Morten Harket,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Walker Brothers,
Faraquet,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
OOIOO,
Oblivians,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mandrill,
Index,
Angry Samoans,
The Residents,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Flipper,
John Cale,
The Gap Band,
Arcadia,
Niagra,
Tom Boy,
Bill Wells,
The Fall,
Yellowson,
Circle Jerks,
Warren Ellis,
Harmonia,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Monochrome Set,
Blossom Toes,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.