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 Kazakhstan and from Houston.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Neu! to the disco 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
World's Most,
Gang of Four,
Scratch Acid,
Eurythmics,
Unrelated Segments,
Black Moon,
The Names,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lightning Bolt,
cv313,
Jacques Brel,
Tears for Fears,
Idris Muhammad,
Scott Walker,
The Victims,
Peter and Kerry,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Q and Not U,
Interpol,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Marmalade,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Flash Fearless,
The Golliwogs,
Tom Boy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Slits,
Ohio Players,
Section 25,
Wally Richardson,
Cybotron,
Altered Images,
Judy Mowatt,
Rakim,
Anthony Braxton,
Deakin,
Buzzcocks,
a-ha,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Fania All-Stars,
D'Angelo,
Urselle,
Sexual Harrassment,
U.S. Maple,
Throbbing Gristle,
Nik Kershaw,
Guru Guru,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Silicon Teens,
Ten City,
The Monks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Dead C,
Newcleus,
Blake Baxter,
Harpers Bizarre,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.