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 Botswana and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Moss Icon to the techno 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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gastr Del Sol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Mandrill,
Joyce Sims,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Hot Snakes,
Malaria!,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Brass Construction,
Sight & Sound,
Underground Resistance,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Janne Schatter,
Cybotron,
Blake Baxter,
Jeff Lynne,
The Grass Roots,
the Human League,
Absolute Body Control,
Joey Negro,
Soul II Soul,
Bizarre Inc.,
Minny Pops,
Smog,
Index,
Wally Richardson,
Oblivians,
Parry Music,
The Young Rascals,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cheater Slicks,
Wings,
Gichy Dan,
the Bar-Kays,
Sun Ra,
Ralphi Rosario,
Heaven 17,
Tomorrow,
Carl Craig,
Scrapy,
The American Breed,
Average White Band,
Easy Going,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cal Tjader,
Qualms,
Roger Hodgson,
Hoover,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Yusef Lateef,
Stiv Bators,
The Saints,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pylon,
Radio Birdman,
Flash Fearless,
Los Fastidios,
China Crisis,
Saccharine Trust,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.