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 Bahamas and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bremen.
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 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 Animal Collective to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Count Five,
Judy Mowatt,
Piero Umiliani,
Cameo,
Robert Wyatt,
Shoche,
Roxette,
Albert Ayler,
Mission of Burma,
Mars,
Negative Approach,
Arab on Radar,
Deakin,
Marcia Griffiths,
Cecil Taylor,
10cc,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Tremeloes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Wire,
Urselle,
The Fortunes,
Yusef Lateef,
Duran Duran,
Leonard Cohen,
Curtis Mayfield,
Black Flag,
Johnny Clarke,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Stooges,
OOIOO,
D'Angelo,
Jacques Brel,
Rhythm & Sound,
Altered Images,
Hoover,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Tears for Fears,
Kerri Chandler,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Gladiators,
Janne Schatter,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bluetip,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
DJ Sneak,
Radiohead,
Chris & Cosey,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pierre Henry,
Mary Jane Girls,
Accadde A,
The Birthday Party,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Techniques,
Youth Brigade,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.