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 Grenada and from Lille.
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 Hong Kong and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Anakelly to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley 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 an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Last Poets,
Johnny Clarke,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Basic Channel,
Y Pants,
Amon Düül,
Reuben Wilson,
Monolake,
Kool Moe Dee,
Joyce Sims,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Human League,
Banda Bassotti,
Kurtis Blow,
Lucky Dragons,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Funky Four + One,
Quando Quango,
Soft Machine,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sex Pistols,
Laurel Aitken,
DNA,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Maleditus Sound,
Minor Threat,
The Mummies,
Accadde A,
Alphaville,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mark Hollis,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
X-101,
Brothers Johnson,
Soul Sonic Force,
Arcadia,
The Techniques,
Radiopuhelimet,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Smiths,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rhythm & Sound,
Franke,
Schoolly D,
Pantytec,
Deadbeat,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sound Behaviour,
Kas Product,
Wolf Eyes,
Tim Buckley,
Ituana,
John Lydon,
Donald Byrd,
Pylon,
The New Christs,
La Düsseldorf,
The Divine Comedy,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.