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 Jordan and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Fear to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Danielle Patucci,
8 Eyed Spy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Electric Light Orchestra,
R.M.O.,
Black Flag,
Cecil Taylor,
The Doors,
Babytalk,
Inner City,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Procol Harum,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Infiniti,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Fortunes,
Bobby Sherman,
kango's stein massive,
Warren Ellis,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Marc Almond,
Deadbeat,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eric Dolphy,
Bronski Beat,
Cameo,
DJ Sneak,
Delon & Dalcan,
Minor Threat,
Barbara Tucker,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Freddie Wadling,
Suburban Knight,
Youth Brigade,
Chris Corsano,
Harmonia,
Rhythm & Sound,
Minny Pops,
Shuggie Otis,
The Durutti Column,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Marmalade,
Dawn Penn,
Lee Hazlewood,
Desert Stars,
Bad Manners,
K-Klass,
The Offenders,
Radio Birdman,
Funkadelic,
L. Decosne,
The Busters,
Godley & Creme,
Newcleus,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rotary Connection,
Patti Smith,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.