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 Pakistan and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Young Marble Giants to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ohio Players,
Tropical Tobacco,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Invisible,
Andrew Hill,
Sixth Finger,
The Fall,
This Heat,
The Standells,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Monochrome Set,
Joensuu 1685,
The Barracudas,
Pere Ubu,
Bobbi Humphrey,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Faust,
Rod Modell,
Severed Heads,
Laurel Aitken,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Interpol,
the Germs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Black Dice,
Jacob Miller,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Associates,
Scion,
Barbara Tucker,
Nils Olav,
Eric Copeland,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rekid,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bobby Sherman,
The Beau Brummels,
Sex Pistols,
Accadde A,
The Blues Magoos,
Skriet,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cecil Taylor,
Ronan,
Davy DMX,
Wings,
Pulsallama,
Gong,
In Retrospect,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Victims,
Animal Collective,
Scott Walker,
Buzzcocks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.