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 Oman and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 snare 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 Sonny Sharrock to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Janne Schatter,
Electric Prunes,
the Slits,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Young Marble Giants,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Yazoo,
Kenny Larkin,
Eden Ahbez,
H. Thieme,
Delon & Dalcan,
New York Dolls,
Jeff Mills,
Mark Hollis,
Pantytec,
Jacob Miller,
Organ,
Gang of Four,
Roger Hodgson,
Skriet,
Pere Ubu,
DJ Sneak,
Alice Coltrane,
Ohio Players,
The Residents,
Fat Boys,
Gastr Del Sol,
Iggy Pop,
The Cramps,
Boredoms,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Monks,
Interpol,
Fluxion,
Charles Mingus,
Cymande,
Agitation Free,
Prince Buster,
Arthur Verocai,
The Walker Brothers,
Lakeside,
Theoretical Girls,
Pantaleimon,
Crispian St. Peters,
Simply Red,
Ultimate Spinach,
Royal Trux,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Minnie Riperton,
Y Pants,
The Blues Magoos,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Deadbeat,
Sonny Sharrock,
Intrusion,
Eurythmics,
Morten Harket,
Rakim,
Derrick May,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Smog,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.