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 Latvia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock 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 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 Ronan to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
Thompson Twins,
The Stooges,
The Blues Magoos,
Little Man,
Hashim,
Crash Course in Science,
Spoonie Gee,
Gastr Del Sol,
Scott Walker,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Fania All-Stars,
Mark Hollis,
Tears for Fears,
Nick Fraelich,
Mantronix,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Leaves,
PIL,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Clear Light,
The Names,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Wake,
Second Layer,
The Raincoats,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Dead Boys,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mission of Burma,
Angry Samoans,
Wasted Youth,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Wally Richardson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Isaac Hayes,
Kurtis Blow,
Franke,
Intrusion,
The Fall,
The J.B.'s,
Aural Exciters,
Joyce Sims,
Liliput,
Black Pus,
Lalo Schifrin,
Harry Pussy,
Quando Quango,
James White and The Blacks,
Aloha Tigers,
Barrington Levy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sparks,
Nik Kershaw,
Eric Copeland,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Associates,
Icehouse,
The American Breed,
Ultimate Spinach,
Black Sheep,
Echospace,
Darondo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.