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 Ethiopia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the marimba 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 Todd Terry to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin 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 harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Absolute Body Control,
Joensuu 1685,
Throbbing Gristle,
Fela Kuti,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Curtis Mayfield,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Marmalade,
Quantec,
Alice Coltrane,
The Birthday Party,
Public Image Ltd.,
Dual Sessions,
Fugazi,
Rufus Thomas,
The Index,
The Slackers,
The Seeds,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Yusef Lateef,
Symarip,
Niagra,
Amon Düül,
Magma,
Marcia Griffiths,
Soft Cell,
Sugar Minott,
Henry Cow,
Mad Mike,
Black Sheep,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Section 25,
Sixth Finger,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Second Layer,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
10cc,
The Misunderstood,
The Move,
Sun Ra,
The Cramps,
Dave Gahan,
Hardrive,
Ultra Naté,
Hot Snakes,
Marc Almond,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Sonics,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Tears for Fears,
Masters at Work,
Dorothy Ashby,
Nick Fraelich,
Rapeman,
Skarface,
Donny Hathaway,
Tommy Roe,
Gang Starr,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.