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 Nicaragua and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Popol Vuh to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Scion,
Guru Guru,
The Searchers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Buckinghams,
Make Up,
Wire,
Jeff Lynne,
Gong,
The Remains,
Roxy Music,
Robert Wyatt,
The Kinks,
Animal Collective,
Pharoah Sanders,
David Bowie,
The Motions,
Visage,
Funky Four + One,
48th St. Collective,
Rotary Connection,
The Fugs,
Thompson Twins,
Sight & Sound,
Boredoms,
Arab on Radar,
the Swans,
Bobby Womack,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pussy Galore,
Albert Ayler,
Yellowson,
The J.B.'s,
The Leaves,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Matthew Bourne,
The Doobie Brothers,
Urselle,
Vladislav Delay,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Harry Pussy,
Janne Schatter,
Sam Rivers,
Cluster,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Germs,
The Monks,
Sonic Youth,
Jandek,
Popol Vuh,
June Days,
H. Thieme,
Sex Pistols,
Section 25,
Duran Duran,
Amon Düül,
Main Source,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.