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 Gambia and from Calgary.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the marimba 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 Mandrill to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mars,
Marmalade,
Circle Jerks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nas,
The Busters,
Arthur Verocai,
Sex Pistols,
Rosa Yemen,
The Remains,
Mark Hollis,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Fuzztones,
The United States of America,
Warsaw,
X-101,
The Seeds,
MC5,
Amon Düül,
Archie Shepp,
Echospace,
Brothers Johnson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Nik Kershaw,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Skatalites,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bobby Womack,
Girls At Our Best!,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gang Green,
Siglo XX,
Suburban Knight,
Faust,
Grey Daturas,
Aaron Thompson,
Metal Thangz,
Brass Construction,
The Stooges,
Anthony Braxton,
The Index,
The Flesh Eaters,
The New Christs,
Funkadelic,
The Mojo Men,
The Velvet Underground,
Gong,
Main Source,
Organ,
Kayak,
Moby Grape,
The Neon Judgement,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Andrew Hill,
Section 25,
the Association,
Letta Mbulu,
Y Pants,
Unrelated Segments,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.