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 Comoros and from New York.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the marimba 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 Hardrive to the disco 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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Warren Ellis,
Stiv Bators,
Desert Stars,
Y Pants,
Alphaville,
Agitation Free,
Bobby Womack,
Ituana,
The Happenings,
The Smoke,
Freddie Wadling,
Lakeside,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Tres Demented,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gang Green,
The Remains,
Q65,
The Toasters,
Basic Channel,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Magma,
PIL,
Absolute Body Control,
Arcadia,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Music Machine,
Mission of Burma,
Soul Sonic Force,
Blake Baxter,
Gang of Four,
Popol Vuh,
Gong,
K-Klass,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Von Mondo,
Rites of Spring,
Zapp,
Surgeon,
Kevin Saunderson,
Animal Collective,
Panda Bear,
the Slits,
Lyres,
Darondo,
Porter Ricks,
Kenny Larkin,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bluetip,
Cecil Taylor,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sandy B,
Mandrill,
The Raincoats,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jerry's Kids,
DJ Style,
Skarface,
Stetsasonic,
Sight & Sound,
Traffic Nightmare,
Cheater Slicks,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.