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 Thailand and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 X-101 to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Henry Cow,
Visage,
The Fugs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Nick Fraelich,
Grandmaster Flash,
Main Source,
Ultra Naté,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Harry Pussy,
Royal Trux,
Vladislav Delay,
Kaleidoscope,
Don Cherry,
Das Ding,
Jacob Miller,
Morten Harket,
Ronnie Foster,
Intrusion,
David McCallum,
Lebanon Hanover,
Panda Bear,
Drexciya,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Robert Görl,
New Order,
The Fuzztones,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eve St. Jones,
Simply Red,
Matthew Bourne,
The Martian,
The Sonics,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rekid,
Joe Finger,
Warren Ellis,
Metal Thangz,
Swell Maps,
Lightning Bolt,
Sparks,
Yellowson,
Skaos,
The Slackers,
Pere Ubu,
Moebius,
John Coltrane,
Marc Almond,
The Neon Judgement,
Idris Muhammad,
The Offenders,
Urselle,
Godley & Creme,
Duran Duran,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Last Poets,
Trumans Water,
Barbara Tucker,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.