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 Korea South and from Lagos.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lalann to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Gories,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Cure,
Ronnie Foster,
A Certain Ratio,
Terrestrial Tones,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sound Behaviour,
Jerry's Kids,
Thee Headcoats,
Bang On A Can,
Gabor Szabo,
Sight & Sound,
Young Marble Giants,
Electric Prunes,
The Black Dice,
DJ Style,
Brick,
Country Teasers,
LL Cool J,
ABBA,
La Düsseldorf,
Kaleidoscope,
Tom Boy,
Arthur Verocai,
The Gun Club,
Lungfish,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eli Mardock,
The Sonics,
U.S. Maple,
Archie Shepp,
Youth Brigade,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Morten Harket,
Jacques Brel,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Blossom Toes,
Don Cherry,
Pierre Henry,
Visage,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Massinfluence,
Marine Girls,
Nils Olav,
the Sonics,
EPMD,
Idris Muhammad,
AZ,
Lucky Dragons,
Monks,
Buzzcocks,
The Red Krayola,
Brothers Johnson,
New York Dolls,
Marmalade,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.