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 Equatorial Guinea and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 clarinet 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 Von Mondo to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Remains. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lightning Bolt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Peter and Kerry,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Black Moon,
cv313,
Warren Ellis,
Boz Scaggs,
Frankie Knuckles,
10cc,
Trumans Water,
Livin' Joy,
Marc Almond,
Country Teasers,
The Barracudas,
Andrew Hill,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Thee Headcoats,
Chris Corsano,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Idris Muhammad,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Move,
PIL,
Model 500,
Jacques Brel,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Guru Guru,
Susan Cadogan,
The Selecter,
The J.B.'s,
In Retrospect,
Camouflage,
The Trojans,
Joey Negro,
Lindisfarne,
Harpers Bizarre,
Magma,
Mary Jane Girls,
Qualms,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pulsallama,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Michelle Simonal,
The Fortunes,
Kurtis Blow,
Bobby Byrd,
Inner City,
Davy DMX,
Swans,
The Knickerbockers,
Byron Stingily,
Jeff Lynne,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
D'Angelo,
Scan 7,
Royal Trux,
Wally Richardson,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.