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 Chile and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Groovy Waters to the jazz 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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Liliput,
Fad Gadget,
Wolf Eyes,
Urselle,
Television Personalities,
Thee Headcoats,
Kevin Saunderson,
U.S. Maple,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fear,
Y Pants,
Surgeon,
The Pop Group,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Association,
F. McDonald,
MDC,
Sight & Sound,
The Buckinghams,
Zero Boys,
Scratch Acid,
Gang of Four,
Pussy Galore,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gang Gang Dance,
Second Layer,
the Bar-Kays,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Sonics,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Thompson Twins,
Alton Ellis,
The Seeds,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Organ,
Quando Quango,
Tom Boy,
Tubeway Army,
These Immortal Souls,
Barrington Levy,
Trumans Water,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lakeside,
Susan Cadogan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Desert Stars,
Tropical Tobacco,
Amazonics,
Motorama,
Main Source,
Soul II Soul,
X-Ray Spex,
Peter and Kerry,
The Gladiators,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Soft Machine,
John Coltrane,
The American Breed,
Bill Wells,
The United States of America,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.