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 Morocco and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Whodini,
Unwound,
Panda Bear,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
DNA,
Adolescents,
Michelle Simonal,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mission of Burma,
The Dead C,
Man Parrish,
Freddie Wadling,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Carl Craig,
Peter & Gordon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Das Ding,
the Germs,
Average White Band,
The Busters,
ABC,
Hasil Adkins,
Gichy Dan,
the Human League,
Young Marble Giants,
Sun City Girls,
Radio Birdman,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Delta 5,
Arcadia,
Susan Cadogan,
The Fire Engines,
The Fall,
Al Stewart,
Sex Pistols,
Alison Limerick,
The Remains,
The Residents,
Aaron Thompson,
June of 44,
Jeff Lynne,
Nik Kershaw,
Derrick Morgan,
David Bowie,
The Gun Club,
The Durutti Column,
Cal Tjader,
La Düsseldorf,
Ornette Coleman,
Gregory Isaacs,
Funky Four + One,
Organ,
The Electric Prunes,
Amon Düül,
The Pop Group,
June Days,
Delon & Dalcan,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.