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 Singapore 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the oboe 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 Magma to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Star Department,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Swans,
Kayak,
the Slits,
Bush Tetras,
Eve St. Jones,
Leonard Cohen,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dark Day,
Y Pants,
Schoolly D,
Niagra,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
OOIOO,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ohio Players,
Section 25,
Faust,
The Fugs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Red Krayola,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eden Ahbez,
Aswad,
The Smoke,
The Walker Brothers,
Black Flag,
Don Cherry,
Boz Scaggs,
Isaac Hayes,
Al Stewart,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Deepchord,
Roxy Music,
Max Romeo,
Half Japanese,
Suicide,
Organ,
Roger Hodgson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Cameo,
The Motions,
Outsiders,
Bizarre Inc.,
X-101,
Minutemen,
Television,
Vainqueur,
Prince Buster,
DNA,
James White and The Blacks,
Swell Maps,
Kenny Larkin,
Nils Olav,
Gichy Dan,
The Techniques,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Roy Ayers,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.