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 Bahamas and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 The Moody Blues to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
June Days,
Soft Machine,
LL Cool J,
Deakin,
DJ Style,
One Last Wish,
The Cowsills,
Rekid,
The Sound,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
H. Thieme,
Iggy Pop,
Anthony Braxton,
The Associates,
Section 25,
Agitation Free,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Darondo,
Piero Umiliani,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Move,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Supertramp,
Bad Manners,
Metal Thangz,
David Axelrod,
World's Most,
Moss Icon,
Grey Daturas,
The Knickerbockers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Dawn Penn,
X-102,
The Birthday Party,
The Golliwogs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Stetsasonic,
Alice Coltrane,
Robert Wyatt,
Maleditus Sound,
Joe Finger,
B.T. Express,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Nirvana,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
AZ,
Tommy Roe,
Minnie Riperton,
Audionom,
Babytalk,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Zapp,
The Kinks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Carl Craig,
The Five Americans,
Camouflage,
Lou Reed,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Saccharine Trust,
Kerrie Biddell,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.