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 Lesotho and from Tehran.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Fluxion to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Ten City,
The Index,
Bobby Sherman,
Niagra,
Sight & Sound,
The Slits,
Derrick Morgan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
June Days,
Essential Logic,
Thee Headcoats,
Brothers Johnson,
Sun Ra,
Roger Hodgson,
Quadrant,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Raincoats,
Theoretical Girls,
Dennis Brown,
Arthur Verocai,
Curtis Mayfield,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Wake,
The Move,
Oblivians,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Mighty Diamonds,
John Coltrane,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Pretty Things,
Wolf Eyes,
Aloha Tigers,
The Blues Magoos,
Nick Fraelich,
The Flesh Eaters,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Peter & Gordon,
Joe Smooth,
Ice-T,
X-Ray Spex,
Gang Gang Dance,
Make Up,
Sparks,
Chrome,
Nils Olav,
Spandau Ballet,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Soft Machine,
Television Personalities,
Bobby Hutcherson,
John Foxx,
The Kinks,
Eric Copeland,
MC5,
Excepter,
Arcadia,
Marcia Griffiths,
Vladislav Delay,
Eli Mardock,
Donny Hathaway,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.