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 Zimbabwe and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro 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 Cheater Slicks to the crunk 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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective 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 sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Dual Sessions,
Little Man,
Con Funk Shun,
The Kinks,
Sight & Sound,
David McCallum,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ronnie Foster,
Avey Tare,
Khruangbin,
Terrestrial Tones,
Big Daddy Kane,
cv313,
Groovy Waters,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Angels of Light,
The Blues Magoos,
Vladislav Delay,
Colin Newman,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Raincoats,
X-101,
Howard Jones,
CMW,
Scott Walker,
Boz Scaggs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
EPMD,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Television,
Dawn Penn,
The Star Department,
Gichy Dan,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ludus,
Slick Rick,
Heaven 17,
Mark Hollis,
Minor Threat,
Hot Snakes,
Inner City,
The Red Krayola,
Sixth Finger,
Outsiders,
Silicon Teens,
a-ha,
Alison Limerick,
The Alarm Clocks,
Joensuu 1685,
The Count Five,
Susan Cadogan,
Yazoo,
Neu!,
The Pop Group,
The Martian,
Marine Girls,
The Five Americans,
Glambeats Corp.,
Nation of Ulysses,
World's Most,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.