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 Brazil and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the snare 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 Magma to the dance 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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo 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 disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonic Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Blossom Toes,
Das Ding,
Pierre Henry,
Aural Exciters,
FM Einheit,
Susan Cadogan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Derrick Morgan,
The Misunderstood,
Panda Bear,
Agitation Free,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Beau Brummels,
The Sonics,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sandy B,
R.M.O.,
The Golliwogs,
Piero Umiliani,
Barrington Levy,
Joy Division,
Surgeon,
Section 25,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Funkadelic,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
U.S. Maple,
Ronnie Foster,
The Smoke,
Kurtis Blow,
Procol Harum,
Wings,
Eric B and Rakim,
Cheater Slicks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Aaron Thompson,
Infiniti,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
Index,
Tomorrow,
Mars,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ituana,
Sällskapet,
Banda Bassotti,
Angry Samoans,
Alton Ellis,
Buzzcocks,
The Shadows of Knight,
The New Christs,
David McCallum,
the Bar-Kays,
The Blackbyrds,
Skriet,
Bizarre Inc.,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Loose Ends,
The Pretty Things,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.