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 Philippines and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Susan Cadogan to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Index. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines 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 an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alison Limerick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Can,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gang Green,
Pylon,
These Immortal Souls,
U.S. Maple,
kango's stein massive,
Todd Rundgren,
The Music Machine,
A Certain Ratio,
Goldenarms,
Ornette Coleman,
Wings,
Ultimate Spinach,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Silicon Teens,
Yazoo,
Soft Cell,
Ronan,
Marmalade,
Bizarre Inc.,
Zero Boys,
Cymande,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Neon Judgement,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Last Poets,
Slave,
L. Decosne,
Derrick Morgan,
Eve St. Jones,
Hardrive,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Metal Thangz,
Ten City,
Bill Wells,
The Remains,
The Barracudas,
Aswad,
Second Layer,
Lalann,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
10cc,
Au Pairs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Archie Shepp,
8 Eyed Spy,
Funkadelic,
The Fall,
The Leaves,
X-102,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nils Olav,
Wire,
Suburban Knight,
Amon Düül,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Soulsonic Force,
Talk Talk,
Dennis Brown,
The Trojans,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.