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 Comoros and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the 808 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 Golliwogs to the electroclash 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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald 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 an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
D'Angelo,
The Mummies,
Robert Görl,
Ituana,
Minnie Riperton,
The Doobie Brothers,
Chrome,
Quadrant,
The Smoke,
Yaz,
Underground Resistance,
Groovy Waters,
The Gun Club,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Star Department,
Kenny Larkin,
The Move,
The Electric Prunes,
Bob Dylan,
Sugar Minott,
Black Pus,
Rhythm & Sound,
CMW,
The Martian,
Cluster,
Flamin' Groovies,
Soft Machine,
Barclay James Harvest,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
ABC,
Alton Ellis,
Amon Düül II,
The Gap Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
Infiniti,
Lindisfarne,
Dual Sessions,
The Walker Brothers,
Fad Gadget,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Grauzone,
X-Ray Spex,
Panda Bear,
Letta Mbulu,
Terry Callier,
Eric B and Rakim,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Outsiders,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Skriet,
John Cale,
New Order,
Steve Hackett,
Toni Rubio,
Ultravox,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Simply Red,
Iggy Pop,
Khruangbin,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.