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 Mauritania and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 oboe 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 Animal Collective to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Carl Craig,
Franke,
David McCallum,
Icehouse,
Popol Vuh,
Siglo XX,
Yazoo,
JFA,
Desert Stars,
LL Cool J,
Heaven 17,
Sonic Youth,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Section 25,
Jeff Mills,
Quadrant,
Stetsasonic,
Bill Near,
Chrome,
Grauzone,
The American Breed,
A Certain Ratio,
Adolescents,
Harmonia,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Alton Ellis,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Chris Corsano,
Prince Buster,
Pussy Galore,
Deepchord,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sexual Harrassment,
Connie Case,
Beasts of Bourbon,
June Days,
Grandmaster Flash,
Neil Young,
Rites of Spring,
Henry Cow,
The Victims,
The Cramps,
Interpol,
Cluster,
Hot Snakes,
Lebanon Hanover,
Flamin' Groovies,
Derrick Morgan,
The Remains,
Pet Shop Boys,
Black Bananas,
Rekid,
The Names,
Sandy B,
Toni Rubio,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Wally Richardson,
Amazonics,
Neu!,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.