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 Mexico and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 rhodes 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 Skriet to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Delon & Dalcan,
OOIOO,
The Cowsills,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Count Five,
Pierre Henry,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
David Bowie,
the Swans,
L. Decosne,
Faust,
Rufus Thomas,
The Motions,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Cecil Taylor,
Sun Ra,
Accadde A,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Cure,
Joey Negro,
Ohio Players,
Oneida,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Alton Ellis,
Leonard Cohen,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Symarip,
Agitation Free,
DJ Sneak,
Barry Ungar,
Ronan,
The Associates,
Fort Wilson Riot,
CMW,
The Sonics,
Fatback Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
In Retrospect,
Fat Boys,
Ponytail,
Alice Coltrane,
Man Eating Sloth,
Marine Girls,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The United States of America,
Sarah Menescal,
Quando Quango,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
MC5,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Velvet Underground,
48th St. Collective,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
U.S. Maple,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dawn Penn,
Make Up,
Kayak,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.