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 Australia and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 güiro 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 Delon & Dalcan to the punk 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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Doors,
Oblivians,
The Victims,
Josef K,
Gerry Rafferty,
Duran Duran,
Scan 7,
Ponytail,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
James White and The Blacks,
Fat Boys,
The Seeds,
Mary Jane Girls,
Skaos,
Malaria!,
Swans,
Infiniti,
Echospace,
The Buckinghams,
Gang Gang Dance,
L. Decosne,
Ultimate Spinach,
Marcia Griffiths,
Graham Central Station,
Ohio Players,
Yaz,
Archie Shepp,
Essential Logic,
Hasil Adkins,
Talk Talk,
Subhumans,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Little Man,
Nirvana,
The Dead C,
Carl Craig,
Make Up,
Darondo,
Althea and Donna,
Drexciya,
Mission of Burma,
The Motions,
Qualms,
The Misunderstood,
Monolake,
Cecil Taylor,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Juan Atkins,
Godley & Creme,
The Velvet Underground,
Wolf Eyes,
Donny Hathaway,
New Order,
Moss Icon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rekid,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Suicide,
Sister Nancy,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.