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 Bahamas and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the marimba 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 June of 44 to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Man Eating Sloth,
Amon Düül,
Piero Umiliani,
Aswad,
Johnny Osbourne,
Blossom Toes,
Khruangbin,
The Leaves,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
MDC,
Glenn Branca,
Section 25,
L. Decosne,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Scan 7,
The Black Dice,
Main Source,
Camouflage,
Goldenarms,
Lindisfarne,
The Sound,
The Cure,
Suicide,
The Martian,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Freddie Wadling,
Sugar Minott,
Arab on Radar,
Darondo,
Quando Quango,
Amon Düül II,
Technova,
Moebius,
The Monks,
Michelle Simonal,
New Order,
Kevin Saunderson,
Guru Guru,
the Germs,
Pulsallama,
Crispy Ambulance,
Scratch Acid,
Radiohead,
Radio Birdman,
Bush Tetras,
Davy DMX,
Monks,
Fatback Band,
Brick,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Interpol,
Avey Tare,
Ronnie Foster,
the Bar-Kays,
Marine Girls,
Ludus,
Mantronix,
Sun Ra,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.