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 Malaysia and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the marimba 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 Animal Collective to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Deepchord,
Thee Headcoats,
the Slits,
John Foxx,
Jawbox,
Cybotron,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pantaleimon,
Gang of Four,
Severed Heads,
Qualms,
Ponytail,
Popol Vuh,
L. Decosne,
Accadde A,
The Grass Roots,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pylon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gastr Del Sol,
Dead Boys,
Susan Cadogan,
Sugar Minott,
Man Parrish,
Los Fastidios,
Henry Cow,
Skarface,
The Residents,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
John Coltrane,
Erasure,
La Düsseldorf,
Cameo,
Andrew Hill,
Duran Duran,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Scott Walker,
Panda Bear,
Massinfluence,
Heaven 17,
The J.B.'s,
Hashim,
Mo-Dettes,
Radio Birdman,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Metal Thangz,
Bobby Sherman,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lou Reed,
Niagra,
Pantytec,
Nils Olav,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Barbara Tucker,
the Soft Cell,
FM Einheit,
Tropical Tobacco,
Scratch Acid,
Bill Wells,
Janne Schatter,
Country Teasers,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.