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 Egypt and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Warren Ellis to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims 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?
Deakin,
Angry Samoans,
Morten Harket,
Jeru the Damaja,
Slick Rick,
The Slits,
The Gories,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Vainqueur,
Heaven 17,
Erasure,
Basic Channel,
World's Most,
Ludus,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Junior Murvin,
Fad Gadget,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kas Product,
The Durutti Column,
Dead Boys,
Jeff Lynne,
Ituana,
The Invisible,
Cheater Slicks,
MDC,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Barracudas,
Deadbeat,
John Lydon,
Animal Collective,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Black Sheep,
Nirvana,
The Vogues,
Marc Almond,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Alarm Clocks,
Con Funk Shun,
Roxy Music,
New York Dolls,
The Young Rascals,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Grey Daturas,
Pulsallama,
Skarface,
Pole,
Charles Mingus,
Gabor Szabo,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Simply Red,
The Smoke,
The Associates,
Spoonie Gee,
the Association,
Q and Not U,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Harry Pussy,
Mars,
Neil Young,
UT,
Hot Snakes,
Byron Stingily,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.