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 Sweden and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Swans to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band 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 '70s 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 Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rod Modell,
Girls At Our Best!,
Silicon Teens,
Graham Central Station,
Scion,
The Fugs,
Tomorrow,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Alphaville,
Dark Day,
F. McDonald,
Wire,
Stiv Bators,
Moss Icon,
Crash Course in Science,
Barclay James Harvest,
Magma,
Bobby Hutcherson,
These Immortal Souls,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rotary Connection,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Loose Ends,
MC5,
Deakin,
Michelle Simonal,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sparks,
Cymande,
Popol Vuh,
Lucky Dragons,
Skriet,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Von Mondo,
Crooked Eye,
Chris & Cosey,
Bootsy Collins,
The Standells,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Beau Brummels,
Cecil Taylor,
Scrapy,
Jesper Dahlback,
AZ,
Throbbing Gristle,
U.S. Maple,
Dead Boys,
The Happenings,
The Residents,
The Mummies,
Heaven 17,
Vladislav Delay,
Carl Craig,
Porter Ricks,
Panda Bear,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bang On A Can,
Freddie Wadling,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.