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 Hungary and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the electroclash 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 The Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
Brand Nubian,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Saints,
Roxy Music,
Scott Walker,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
X-101,
A Certain Ratio,
Schoolly D,
The Neon Judgement,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Human League,
Anakelly,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kenny Larkin,
Hashim,
The Smoke,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Cecil Taylor,
Clear Light,
Thompson Twins,
Mars,
Funky Four + One,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Seeds,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Echospace,
Sex Pistols,
Hot Snakes,
the Sonics,
Rotary Connection,
Moebius,
Joey Negro,
Minnie Riperton,
John Holt,
Derrick Morgan,
The Smiths,
DNA,
Charles Mingus,
Brothers Johnson,
Al Stewart,
Blancmange,
The Monks,
R.M.O.,
The Modern Lovers,
Babytalk,
Crispy Ambulance,
Tomorrow,
Mad Mike,
Robert Görl,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Parry Music,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lebanon Hanover,
Aaron Thompson,
Jawbox,
The Litter,
Q65,
Maurizio,
The Happenings,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.