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 Turkey and from Delhi.
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 Woodstock and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Oblivians to the rock 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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Tropical Tobacco,
Aaron Thompson,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ultravox,
Rosa Yemen,
The Pretty Things,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Fall,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Sonics,
Dark Day,
Bang On A Can,
Bill Wells,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Barrington Levy,
the Sonics,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Monolake,
The Gap Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Leaves,
Joensuu 1685,
Aural Exciters,
Sällskapet,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Q and Not U,
Eli Mardock,
Country Joe & The Fish,
One Last Wish,
Television,
KRS-One,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Nick Fraelich,
Drexciya,
the Association,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Audionom,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Neon Judgement,
Kerrie Biddell,
The United States of America,
The Skatalites,
Icehouse,
kango's stein massive,
Au Pairs,
The Young Rascals,
China Crisis,
The Happenings,
Oblivians,
Todd Rundgren,
Mandrill,
Japan,
Babytalk,
The Searchers,
Urselle,
48th St. Collective,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gang Starr,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.