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 Rwanda and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Panda Bear to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
Pierre Henry,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Blues Magoos,
The Names,
Deadbeat,
Man Eating Sloth,
E-Dancer,
John Coltrane,
The Gladiators,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Brand Nubian,
Aural Exciters,
Shuggie Otis,
UT,
Erasure,
Eddi Front,
Grey Daturas,
Deakin,
The American Breed,
The Durutti Column,
kango's stein massive,
Supertramp,
Japan,
Simply Red,
The Techniques,
The New Christs,
Althea and Donna,
Au Pairs,
Kevin Saunderson,
Trumans Water,
Stiv Bators,
Don Cherry,
New Order,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sparks,
New Age Steppers,
Scrapy,
Jacob Miller,
Sonny Sharrock,
Glenn Branca,
D'Angelo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Leaves,
MC5,
JFA,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Robert Wyatt,
John Cale,
The Happenings,
Swans,
Vladislav Delay,
Mo-Dettes,
The Five Americans,
The Shadows of Knight,
Morten Harket,
Mark Hollis,
Sun Ra,
Sister Nancy,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.