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 Kosovo and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 spring reverb 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 Sight & Sound to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare 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 marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Depeche Mode,
Ponytail,
Severed Heads,
Icehouse,
Sight & Sound,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ronan,
The Associates,
Byron Stingily,
Marcia Griffiths,
Duran Duran,
Panda Bear,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Slick Rick,
Procol Harum,
Laurel Aitken,
The Tremeloes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Malaria!,
Gerry Rafferty,
Tears for Fears,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Magma,
The Raincoats,
China Crisis,
Khruangbin,
Eric B and Rakim,
T. Rex,
Nation of Ulysses,
UT,
Ossler,
The Red Krayola,
Basic Channel,
8 Eyed Spy,
EPMD,
The Grass Roots,
Pole,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tim Buckley,
The New Christs,
The Knickerbockers,
Bill Near,
Public Enemy,
Faraquet,
The Sound,
Radiohead,
Sun Ra,
Chris & Cosey,
Amon Düül,
Swell Maps,
Dawn Penn,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Masters at Work,
Marc Almond,
Pulsallama,
Flash Fearless,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Black Dice,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.