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 St Lucia and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Spandau Ballet to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro 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 arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
the Soft Cell,
Brick,
Sarah Menescal,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Blossom Toes,
Amon Düül II,
Robert Wyatt,
Black Flag,
The Index,
Fear,
Dave Gahan,
John Foxx,
Mary Jane Girls,
Khruangbin,
Minnie Riperton,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Excepter,
Joyce Sims,
Ponytail,
Lou Christie,
DJ Sneak,
Sparks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tomorrow,
Ronnie Foster,
Vainqueur,
Echospace,
Cybotron,
The Black Dice,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
New Age Steppers,
Cluster,
Deakin,
Young Marble Giants,
Hashim,
Cal Tjader,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jerry's Kids,
Harry Pussy,
Danielle Patucci,
B.T. Express,
Mars,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Black Pus,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jacques Brel,
Flipper,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Fortunes,
Todd Rundgren,
Oneida,
Clear Light,
Magma,
Anthony Braxton,
Lou Reed,
Sandy B,
The Residents,
The Gladiators,
Lucky Dragons,
Scion,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.