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 Ireland and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 clarinet 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 Morten Harket to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Black Dice record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Desert Stars,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Cramps,
Letta Mbulu,
The Music Machine,
John Foxx,
Tears for Fears,
Isaac Hayes,
Oblivians,
Joy Division,
Scan 7,
John Coltrane,
Scott Walker,
Bang On A Can,
Yazoo,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Dirtbombs,
Chris & Cosey,
Marvin Gaye,
Bob Dylan,
The Gories,
Quadrant,
Alphaville,
Patti Smith,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bluetip,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Slackers,
Byron Stingily,
The Flesh Eaters,
Heaven 17,
The Golliwogs,
Jeff Lynne,
Guru Guru,
Royal Trux,
Skriet,
Dual Sessions,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Deepchord,
Maurizio,
Robert Hood,
Henry Cow,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kenny Larkin,
Archie Shepp,
FM Einheit,
Procol Harum,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lou Reed,
Joe Finger,
World's Most,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Zero Boys,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Animal Collective,
Magazine,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.