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 Namibia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 güiro 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 Matthew Halsall to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Bill Wells,
Kerri Chandler,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Quadrant,
Sight & Sound,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Erasure,
Fad Gadget,
Public Enemy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Yellowson,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Blackbyrds,
The Velvet Underground,
Electric Prunes,
Eric Dolphy,
Gang of Four,
Brick,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Agitation Free,
Juan Atkins,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lightning Bolt,
Moss Icon,
Crooked Eye,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rapeman,
Nik Kershaw,
Scott Walker,
Minnie Riperton,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Black Bananas,
Rites of Spring,
Black Sheep,
Yaz,
The Mummies,
Blancmange,
Tropical Tobacco,
Moebius,
Mark Hollis,
Toni Rubio,
Don Cherry,
Lindisfarne,
Malaria!,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Joensuu 1685,
Kayak,
Althea and Donna,
Dead Boys,
DJ Sneak,
Jeff Lynne,
Thompson Twins,
Essential Logic,
Sister Nancy,
Minutemen,
The Gap Band,
Pylon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.