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 Sierra Leone and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar 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 Panda Bear to the punk 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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Tommy Roe,
The Red Krayola,
Nik Kershaw,
Lebanon Hanover,
Marcia Griffiths,
John Foxx,
Cheater Slicks,
Moebius,
Pantaleimon,
Stockholm Monsters,
Stetsasonic,
Minutemen,
The Blues Magoos,
Letta Mbulu,
Popol Vuh,
Althea and Donna,
The Shadows of Knight,
Dead Boys,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
kango's stein massive,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Banda Bassotti,
Bizarre Inc.,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Zapp,
The Knickerbockers,
Joyce Sims,
The Smiths,
Laurel Aitken,
Nick Fraelich,
Black Bananas,
Robert Görl,
Can,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Arcadia,
Kevin Saunderson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Prince Buster,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kas Product,
MC5,
The Associates,
Duran Duran,
Bauhaus,
Gastr Del Sol,
Barclay James Harvest,
Aural Exciters,
Joe Smooth,
8 Eyed Spy,
Matthew Halsall,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Wake,
Erykah Badu,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Electric Prunes,
Sonic Youth,
D'Angelo,
Gong,
Trumans Water,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.