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 Kyrgyzstan and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Warren Ellis to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus 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 synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Neil Young,
The Blues Magoos,
Soul II Soul,
Derrick May,
Scratch Acid,
Alice Coltrane,
CMW,
Thee Headcoats,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Archie Shepp,
MDC,
Y Pants,
Sällskapet,
Sarah Menescal,
Oblivians,
Nik Kershaw,
Black Bananas,
Magazine,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Theoretical Girls,
Make Up,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Hashim,
Gang Gang Dance,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Barrington Levy,
John Cale,
Pulsallama,
Metal Thangz,
cv313,
Fad Gadget,
Ornette Coleman,
A Certain Ratio,
The Slackers,
Albert Ayler,
Eden Ahbez,
The Moleskins,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Marine Girls,
The Happenings,
John Coltrane,
Funkadelic,
Mission of Burma,
Robert Görl,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Grass Roots,
The Motions,
The Alarm Clocks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Camberwell Now,
Brass Construction,
Peter and Kerry,
Circle Jerks,
The Mummies,
Qualms,
Chrome,
Nirvana,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.