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 Benin and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Winnipeg.
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 Qualms to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Accadde A,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Al Stewart,
Lalo Schifrin,
Carl Craig,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Minny Pops,
Erykah Badu,
Second Layer,
Traffic Nightmare,
Junior Murvin,
The Sound,
Fluxion,
The Misunderstood,
The Cure,
James White and The Blacks,
Boredoms,
Nik Kershaw,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Saccharine Trust,
Harry Pussy,
Nico,
Roxette,
Eve St. Jones,
The Beau Brummels,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Von Mondo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Stiv Bators,
Can,
EPMD,
Janne Schatter,
Royal Trux,
DNA,
The Angels of Light,
The Five Americans,
Sällskapet,
The Skatalites,
Minor Threat,
D'Angelo,
Camouflage,
Zapp,
The Dirtbombs,
The Leaves,
Ponytail,
Leonard Cohen,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sam Rivers,
Whodini,
The Offenders,
Sight & Sound,
The Doors,
Intrusion,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mars,
Inner City,
Freddie Wadling,
Morten Harket,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
E-Dancer,
Surgeon,
Prince Buster,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.