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 Swaziland and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 The Neon Judgement to the jazz 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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Germs,
Swell Maps,
Derrick May,
Erykah Badu,
Gastr Del Sol,
John Foxx,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Stooges,
F. McDonald,
Das Ding,
Aswad,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sarah Menescal,
The Smiths,
10cc,
Ponytail,
Soft Cell,
The Red Krayola,
The Durutti Column,
Scientists,
Motorama,
David Bowie,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Todd Terry,
Brand Nubian,
Royal Trux,
The Black Dice,
Kool Moe Dee,
Scott Walker,
Camberwell Now,
Wally Richardson,
Sonny Sharrock,
Arthur Verocai,
Minutemen,
Y Pants,
Bad Manners,
Jesper Dahlback,
Urselle,
World's Most,
kango's stein massive,
Black Sheep,
Harmonia,
Smog,
Pole,
Saccharine Trust,
Lou Reed,
48th St. Collective,
Heaven 17,
Todd Rundgren,
Freddie Wadling,
Crime,
The Zeros,
the Swans,
Marine Girls,
Trumans Water,
ABBA,
John Coltrane,
Au Pairs,
Television,
Yaz,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, 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.