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 Finland and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ultravox to the electroclash 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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 marimba and an arpeggiator 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 organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Laurel Aitken,
The Tremeloes,
Cluster,
Jerry's Kids,
Hoover,
Lee Hazlewood,
Outsiders,
Alphaville,
Man Parrish,
Japan,
Sonny Sharrock,
JFA,
Aswad,
Theoretical Girls,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
B.T. Express,
Urselle,
Lakeside,
Joensuu 1685,
Lou Reed,
Pole,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jandek,
Ponytail,
Make Up,
Gabor Szabo,
Con Funk Shun,
Little Man,
Ultimate Spinach,
Chris Corsano,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fad Gadget,
Suicide,
Minnie Riperton,
Bang On A Can,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Sonics,
Sun Ra,
Kerri Chandler,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Golliwogs,
The Motions,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fatback Band,
Joyce Sims,
Sexual Harrassment,
X-Ray Spex,
Hashim,
Howard Jones,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fela Kuti,
Scott Walker,
Skarface,
A Certain Ratio,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Archie Shepp,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.