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 Laos and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 mellotron 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 Freddie Wadling to the punk 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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lyres,
Youth Brigade,
Sparks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
Freddie Wadling,
Bobby Sherman,
Underground Resistance,
Prince Buster,
Mary Jane Girls,
Marshall Jefferson,
Skriet,
X-Ray Spex,
Public Image Ltd.,
Wolf Eyes,
The Gap Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Moleskins,
Kaleidoscope,
Sound Behaviour,
The Gun Club,
Outsiders,
Lou Christie,
D'Angelo,
MDC,
Deepchord,
David Axelrod,
The Red Krayola,
Alison Limerick,
Young Marble Giants,
Stereo Dub,
Moebius,
Kayak,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Index,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Television Personalities,
FM Einheit,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kurtis Blow,
The J.B.'s,
Steve Hackett,
Bronski Beat,
John Cale,
Slick Rick,
Connie Case,
Vladislav Delay,
Jeff Lynne,
Arthur Verocai,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Glenn Branca,
The Flesh Eaters,
Saccharine Trust,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Crispian St. Peters,
Intrusion,
Soul II Soul,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.