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 Uruguay and from London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Fluxion to the grunge 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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
The Invisible,
Animal Collective,
Underground Resistance,
Absolute Body Control,
The Remains,
The Black Dice,
Niagra,
Scion,
These Immortal Souls,
Ornette Coleman,
Crooked Eye,
Procol Harum,
Barrington Levy,
Skaos,
Monks,
Desert Stars,
Kaleidoscope,
Joyce Sims,
Harry Pussy,
La Düsseldorf,
Monolake,
Wasted Youth,
The Count Five,
Kerri Chandler,
Crispian St. Peters,
Robert Görl,
Faust,
Alphaville,
Severed Heads,
The Knickerbockers,
Lucky Dragons,
Juan Atkins,
Glambeats Corp.,
R.M.O.,
Throbbing Gristle,
Khruangbin,
Spoonie Gee,
Das Ding,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gil Scott Heron,
Moss Icon,
DJ Sneak,
Prince Buster,
Public Image Ltd.,
Magazine,
Terry Callier,
Symarip,
Erasure,
Henry Cow,
Iggy Pop,
Young Marble Giants,
Slave,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Minutemen,
The Dirtbombs,
The J.B.'s,
Boz Scaggs,
John Holt,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.