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 Syria and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 harpsichord 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 Barry Ungar 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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lightning Bolt,
The Neon Judgement,
Yusef Lateef,
T.S.O.L.,
Judy Mowatt,
Alton Ellis,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Peter and Kerry,
The Doors,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Big Daddy Kane,
Black Flag,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Toni Rubio,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Leaves,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Faraquet,
One Last Wish,
Moby Grape,
The Star Department,
Johnny Clarke,
Boredoms,
X-Ray Spex,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Byron Stingily,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Nils Olav,
Lower 48,
Skriet,
Massinfluence,
The Fall,
Q65,
The Barracudas,
Deakin,
Soft Machine,
Jerry's Kids,
Robert Wyatt,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
48th St. Collective,
In Retrospect,
Bobby Byrd,
Pierre Henry,
Bush Tetras,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ralphi Rosario,
Wolf Eyes,
The Doobie Brothers,
UT,
The Grass Roots,
Marine Girls,
Banda Bassotti,
The Fuzztones,
Piero Umiliani,
The Gladiators,
Circle Jerks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.