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 Tanzania and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 güiro 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 U.S. Maple to the punk 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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
T. Rex,
The Leaves,
Ponytail,
Hoover,
The Young Rascals,
Drexciya,
Subhumans,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Fugs,
The Slits,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sister Nancy,
Dennis Brown,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Angels of Light,
Nico,
Audionom,
Scientists,
Susan Cadogan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Black Flag,
Jandek,
The Human League,
Magazine,
Oblivians,
Average White Band,
Ornette Coleman,
The Wake,
Ossler,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rod Modell,
EPMD,
Neu!,
Warsaw,
Stiv Bators,
Black Bananas,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
D'Angelo,
Qualms,
the Sonics,
The Fall,
The American Breed,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Radiopuhelimet,
June Days,
Lucky Dragons,
Bad Manners,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Star Department,
These Immortal Souls,
Joey Negro,
Khruangbin,
Moby Grape,
Crooked Eye,
Ronnie Foster,
Henry Cow,
Organ,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Intrusion,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.