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 Kyrgyzstan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
The Pop Group,
Neu!,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Soft Cell,
New Order,
Camberwell Now,
Drexciya,
Bauhaus,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Divine Comedy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ultra Naté,
Althea and Donna,
The Walker Brothers,
Inner City,
Man Parrish,
Pantaleimon,
Stiv Bators,
Crash Course in Science,
Kerri Chandler,
China Crisis,
Franke,
Eric Copeland,
Duran Duran,
Tubeway Army,
Kool Moe Dee,
Magazine,
Vladislav Delay,
10cc,
UT,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Faust,
Carl Craig,
The Golliwogs,
Eric Dolphy,
the Germs,
Pet Shop Boys,
Funky Four + One,
Monks,
The Fortunes,
Roy Ayers,
Panda Bear,
Icehouse,
Section 25,
Wally Richardson,
X-102,
Unwound,
Sällskapet,
Ludus,
Amon Düül II,
The Fuzztones,
Kevin Saunderson,
Organ,
Chrome,
Brand Nubian,
The Grass Roots,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Idris Muhammad,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.