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 Norway and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Portland.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the 808 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 Easy Going to the grunge 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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Funkadelic,
The Sound,
Gang Starr,
Oneida,
The J.B.'s,
Kas Product,
Marine Girls,
The Index,
Henry Cow,
L. Decosne,
Steve Hackett,
Minor Threat,
Malaria!,
Kevin Saunderson,
Albert Ayler,
Gastr Del Sol,
Surgeon,
Bad Manners,
CMW,
Wire,
The Mummies,
Schoolly D,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Barclay James Harvest,
Barrington Levy,
Youth Brigade,
the Germs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pantytec,
This Heat,
Excepter,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Roy Ayers,
The Five Americans,
A Certain Ratio,
Amon Düül,
Soulsonic Force,
The Pop Group,
Essential Logic,
China Crisis,
Delta 5,
Bill Wells,
Quando Quango,
Harmonia,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Make Up,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fear,
Sparks,
Connie Case,
Anthony Braxton,
Sound Behaviour,
Pole,
Bobby Womack,
Electric Prunes,
Piero Umiliani,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Knickerbockers,
The Real Kids,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.