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 Cape Verde and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Grandmaster Flash to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator 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 mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Soulsonic Force,
Sexual Harrassment,
Byron Stingily,
Alison Limerick,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Sonics,
Blossom Toes,
Judy Mowatt,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sällskapet,
James White and The Blacks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Fuzztones,
Sound Behaviour,
Circle Jerks,
Ken Boothe,
Black Bananas,
Echospace,
OOIOO,
Theoretical Girls,
Chrome,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Gladiators,
Aswad,
Arab on Radar,
The Dirtbombs,
Shuggie Otis,
Scion,
Aaron Thompson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eli Mardock,
Kayak,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bang On A Can,
Animal Collective,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Beau Brummels,
The Human League,
Rekid,
Pylon,
Gang Gang Dance,
Drive Like Jehu,
48th St. Collective,
Lalo Schifrin,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Skriet,
Ten City,
Maurizio,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gerry Rafferty,
Robert Hood,
Scott Walker,
Sun Ra,
The Cure,
The Walker Brothers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Marc Almond,
Yazoo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Don Cherry,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.