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 Netherlands and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 rhodes 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 Cymande to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Star Department. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Terry Callier,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sugar Minott,
Jawbox,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kevin Saunderson,
In Retrospect,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Susan Cadogan,
Smog,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fluxion,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Country Teasers,
The Skatalites,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Theoretical Girls,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
John Coltrane,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gichy Dan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Soul Sonic Force,
Patti Smith,
Animal Collective,
Gang Green,
Dennis Brown,
Morten Harket,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Cure,
Blake Baxter,
The Raincoats,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ten City,
Yaz,
Marmalade,
The Victims,
the Swans,
The Litter,
ABBA,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rotary Connection,
The Barracudas,
Moebius,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Alice Coltrane,
Brothers Johnson,
The Fugs,
Moby Grape,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Pretty Things,
Eric Copeland,
Fat Boys,
Outsiders,
Interpol,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
OOIOO,
Bobby Byrd,
Barry Ungar,
Byron Stingily,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.