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 Afghanistan and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 The Golliwogs to the crunk 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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator 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 harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
The Knickerbockers,
Mark Hollis,
Judy Mowatt,
Chris Corsano,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Yellowson,
Albert Ayler,
Alphaville,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Banda Bassotti,
Bobby Byrd,
Procol Harum,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nirvana,
Rosa Yemen,
Swans,
This Heat,
Minutemen,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Juan Atkins,
Basic Channel,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Brand Nubian,
Stetsasonic,
Slave,
T. Rex,
Max Romeo,
Mandrill,
Icehouse,
The Dead C,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pussy Galore,
Bang On A Can,
Public Image Ltd.,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Hasil Adkins,
The Kinks,
Tomorrow,
Altered Images,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Nico,
Scott Walker,
Rekid,
10cc,
Section 25,
Charles Mingus,
Mo-Dettes,
Gang Starr,
AZ,
Ten City,
Lower 48,
Con Funk Shun,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Archie Shepp,
Ken Boothe,
Monks,
Robert Görl,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.