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 India and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Robert Hood to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 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 sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
The Litter,
Morten Harket,
Lightning Bolt,
Chrome,
Darondo,
Steve Hackett,
Jeru the Damaja,
The J.B.'s,
a-ha,
ABBA,
Neil Young,
Agitation Free,
Livin' Joy,
Echospace,
Quantec,
Soft Machine,
Slick Rick,
Ultra Naté,
Panda Bear,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Severed Heads,
Los Fastidios,
Rufus Thomas,
Gang Starr,
Eddi Front,
Brick,
Joe Smooth,
Kaleidoscope,
Oneida,
The Skatalites,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The American Breed,
Pylon,
Q65,
Royal Trux,
New Age Steppers,
Eric Dolphy,
Archie Shepp,
Pet Shop Boys,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Black Dice,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Buckinghams,
Roxette,
The Doobie Brothers,
B.T. Express,
Gong,
Todd Terry,
Kas Product,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Monochrome Set,
Eurythmics,
Vladislav Delay,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Grey Daturas,
The Angels of Light,
Bob Dylan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Busters,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.