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 the UAE and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 güiro 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 F. McDonald to the punk 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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar 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?
Sight & Sound,
Spoonie Gee,
Ken Boothe,
Minor Threat,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Chris Corsano,
Fugazi,
Deakin,
Tim Buckley,
Gang Green,
Nik Kershaw,
Harmonia,
Tubeway Army,
Don Cherry,
MDC,
Reuben Wilson,
Jesper Dahlback,
James Chance & The Contortions,
MC5,
cv313,
Henry Cow,
Yazoo,
Average White Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Girls At Our Best!,
Throbbing Gristle,
This Heat,
Ponytail,
Negative Approach,
the Sonics,
The Doobie Brothers,
Procol Harum,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ultimate Spinach,
Laurel Aitken,
Lou Reed,
Delta 5,
a-ha,
Reagan Youth,
Suburban Knight,
The Detroit Cobras,
LL Cool J,
Y Pants,
Josef K,
KRS-One,
Livin' Joy,
Jeff Lynne,
Symarip,
Sun City Girls,
Whodini,
Warren Ellis,
Groovy Waters,
Glenn Branca,
Animal Collective,
Nils Olav,
Dorothy Ashby,
Icehouse,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Amon Düül,
Matthew Halsall,
Barrington Levy,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.