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 Denmark and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 synthesizer 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s 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 Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Oneida,
Supertramp,
Anakelly,
The Angels of Light,
Bronski Beat,
Shoche,
Danielle Patucci,
Robert Görl,
The Mummies,
Amazonics,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sugar Minott,
Don Cherry,
The Electric Prunes,
Jeff Lynne,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
kango's stein massive,
Camberwell Now,
Essential Logic,
Nico,
Section 25,
Schoolly D,
the Germs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Unrelated Segments,
Gabor Szabo,
Masters at Work,
Gong,
Harmonia,
Yaz,
The Dirtbombs,
Wings,
Toni Rubio,
Robert Wyatt,
Harpers Bizarre,
Animal Collective,
Bluetip,
Urselle,
John Lydon,
Average White Band,
KRS-One,
Zapp,
Rufus Thomas,
Junior Murvin,
Swans,
Wire,
Arthur Verocai,
These Immortal Souls,
Skriet,
The Last Poets,
Eric Dolphy,
Main Source,
The Evens,
The Blackbyrds,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Dennis Brown,
Lee Hazlewood,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.