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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 R.M.O. to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
The Mojo Men,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Youth Brigade,
Minnie Riperton,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ken Boothe,
Quantec,
the Fania All-Stars,
Brand Nubian,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Black Dice,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Soft Cell,
Carl Craig,
Kool Moe Dee,
UT,
Newcleus,
Public Enemy,
Skarface,
Don Cherry,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Panda Bear,
Sugar Minott,
Marine Girls,
Pole,
Robert Hood,
Man Parrish,
Clear Light,
Nico,
The Birthday Party,
Bill Wells,
Lalann,
Mr. Review,
Infiniti,
Barry Ungar,
Soft Machine,
Flash Fearless,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tim Buckley,
Skaos,
Electric Prunes,
X-Ray Spex,
Judy Mowatt,
Au Pairs,
T.S.O.L.,
Oblivians,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Last Poets,
Thompson Twins,
The Barracudas,
Los Fastidios,
Rapeman,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Henry Cow,
Bobby Womack,
Eric Dolphy,
The Motions,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bluetip,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.