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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sonic Youth to the grime 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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Kevin Saunderson,
John Foxx,
The Associates,
Average White Band,
Trumans Water,
The Remains,
Pagans,
The Dead C,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tim Buckley,
The Litter,
Reuben Wilson,
The Fire Engines,
Slick Rick,
The Fugs,
Rosa Yemen,
Rhythm & Sound,
T. Rex,
Pylon,
Smog,
Au Pairs,
Pantytec,
Ohio Players,
Massinfluence,
Gang of Four,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Black Dice,
Ituana,
Franke,
Patti Smith,
The Martian,
ABBA,
Matthew Bourne,
Mr. Review,
Isaac Hayes,
Bad Manners,
The Fall,
Soul II Soul,
10cc,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Deepchord,
Max Romeo,
The Misunderstood,
Wally Richardson,
PIL,
Prince Buster,
AZ,
Rufus Thomas,
Bronski Beat,
DNA,
Animal Collective,
Juan Atkins,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sight & Sound,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sixth Finger,
Maleditus Sound,
Howard Jones,
the Fania All-Stars,
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.