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 Peru and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Joensuu 1685 to the grunge 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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 spring reverb and a snare 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 organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
the Normal,
Alton Ellis,
X-Ray Spex,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Michelle Simonal,
Stetsasonic,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Motions,
The Sonics,
Bobby Byrd,
Iggy Pop,
Lalo Schifrin,
Deadbeat,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
These Immortal Souls,
Lalann,
The Neon Judgement,
The Gladiators,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Real Kids,
The Happenings,
Model 500,
the Slits,
Jacob Miller,
Joe Smooth,
The Blackbyrds,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ultravox,
The Beau Brummels,
The Gap Band,
This Heat,
Bobby Womack,
Metal Thangz,
Khruangbin,
Scratch Acid,
Saccharine Trust,
The Invisible,
Electric Prunes,
Roxette,
Bauhaus,
Unwound,
Gerry Rafferty,
Tim Buckley,
Harry Pussy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ralphi Rosario,
Danielle Patucci,
Duran Duran,
the Germs,
Flash Fearless,
Letta Mbulu,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Peter & Gordon,
Anthony Braxton,
Charles Mingus,
The Busters,
Jandek,
The Dave Clark Five,
PIL,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Royal Trux,
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.