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 Uruguay and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the güiro 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 Althea and Donna to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Ken Boothe,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kaleidoscope,
Cameo,
Matthew Bourne,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Quadrant,
8 Eyed Spy,
Young Marble Giants,
Newcleus,
Vladislav Delay,
Boredoms,
Gang Green,
B.T. Express,
KRS-One,
Scott Walker,
Supertramp,
U.S. Maple,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Fall,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Delta 5,
Carl Craig,
The Gladiators,
Monks,
Faust,
Moss Icon,
Loose Ends,
Ten City,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Mo-Dettes,
Second Layer,
Traffic Nightmare,
Amon Düül II,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Techniques,
Eden Ahbez,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lakeside,
Lou Christie,
Moby Grape,
JFA,
The Buckinghams,
Leonard Cohen,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sight & Sound,
The Victims,
Bill Wells,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Star Department,
Wolf Eyes,
Blake Baxter,
June Days,
Ludus,
Yusef Lateef,
Au Pairs,
Marcia Griffiths,
Average White Band,
Flipper,
Marc Almond,
Eric Dolphy,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.