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 New Zealand and from Salvador.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Idris Muhammad to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
the Slits,
Swell Maps,
The Slits,
MC5,
Man Parrish,
Faraquet,
Quadrant,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bootsy Collins,
Radio Birdman,
Terry Callier,
Crooked Eye,
Eric Copeland,
Maleditus Sound,
The Vogues,
The Buckinghams,
Neu!,
F. McDonald,
Oblivians,
FM Einheit,
Slave,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
Deepchord,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kaleidoscope,
Thompson Twins,
Half Japanese,
Barbara Tucker,
Fort Wilson Riot,
These Immortal Souls,
The Seeds,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Dual Sessions,
Youth Brigade,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jacob Miller,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Brothers Johnson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Derrick May,
Glambeats Corp.,
Chris & Cosey,
Sun Ra,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fat Boys,
Amon Düül II,
Loose Ends,
The Gories,
John Cale,
Deakin,
Parry Music,
Skriet,
T.S.O.L.,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Soft Cell,
Lalo Schifrin,
cv313,
Franke,
Popol Vuh,
E-Dancer,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.