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 Haiti and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Woodstock.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Mark Hollis to the grime 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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Idris Muhammad,
Fela Kuti,
Moss Icon,
Metal Thangz,
Television Personalities,
Joe Smooth,
Albert Ayler,
Byron Stingily,
Stockholm Monsters,
kango's stein massive,
World's Most,
Mr. Review,
Todd Terry,
Marmalade,
Terry Callier,
Johnny Clarke,
The Velvet Underground,
Angry Samoans,
a-ha,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Alarm Clocks,
Deakin,
Yusef Lateef,
Laurel Aitken,
The Barracudas,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bang On A Can,
Public Image Ltd.,
Arcadia,
Anthony Braxton,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Subhumans,
Mars,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Girls At Our Best!,
Siglo XX,
Guru Guru,
Black Sheep,
Parry Music,
June of 44,
Ultra Naté,
John Coltrane,
The Real Kids,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lucky Dragons,
Wally Richardson,
The Music Machine,
Audionom,
Jandek,
Matthew Bourne,
Robert Wyatt,
Zapp,
Newcleus,
Infiniti,
Y Pants,
The Monks,
Donny Hathaway,
Chris & Cosey,
The New Christs,
Sex Pistols,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Doobie Brothers,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.