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 Togo and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Drive Like Jehu to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Scratch Acid,
Neil Young,
Wally Richardson,
Nirvana,
Cybotron,
Tommy Roe,
The Slits,
Gabor Szabo,
Altered Images,
T.S.O.L.,
Agent Orange,
Niagra,
The Modern Lovers,
Royal Trux,
Glambeats Corp.,
Tomorrow,
The J.B.'s,
Barbara Tucker,
Khruangbin,
La Düsseldorf,
Minor Threat,
Pharoah Sanders,
Das Ding,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gang of Four,
Kas Product,
Kerri Chandler,
Unwound,
Robert Görl,
Sister Nancy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Outsiders,
Ornette Coleman,
Jacques Brel,
Model 500,
These Immortal Souls,
Flipper,
The Trojans,
Spoonie Gee,
Young Marble Giants,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
MC5,
John Holt,
Stereo Dub,
Bill Near,
Bluetip,
The Victims,
The Kinks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bang On A Can,
CMW,
Von Mondo,
Barclay James Harvest,
Metal Thangz,
Sunsets and Hearts,
D'Angelo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Roger Hodgson,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.