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 Georgia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Salvador and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Colin Newman,
June of 44,
Livin' Joy,
Tubeway Army,
The Toasters,
Eden Ahbez,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
OOIOO,
Whodini,
Andrew Hill,
Average White Band,
Terry Callier,
Delta 5,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eric B and Rakim,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Dual Sessions,
Gang Green,
Toni Rubio,
Nico,
The Mummies,
The Dead C,
Funky Four + One,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Todd Rundgren,
The Busters,
Suicide,
Pylon,
Lakeside,
Clear Light,
Little Man,
The Grass Roots,
Supertramp,
Index,
The Techniques,
The Velvet Underground,
Thompson Twins,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bush Tetras,
Zapp,
The Standells,
The Fugs,
Hot Snakes,
Electric Prunes,
Derrick Morgan,
Curtis Mayfield,
Warsaw,
Zero Boys,
DJ Sneak,
Brothers Johnson,
Flash Fearless,
Swans,
In Retrospect,
Joensuu 1685,
ABBA,
The Sisters of Mercy,
K-Klass,
Spoonie Gee,
The Fall,
Reuben Wilson,
Goldenarms,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.