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 Japan and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Thee Headcoats to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
The Dead C,
Underground Resistance,
Blossom Toes,
Stereo Dub,
Basic Channel,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Count Five,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Soulsonic Force,
Smog,
Pet Shop Boys,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Susan Cadogan,
Silicon Teens,
Country Teasers,
Mo-Dettes,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Doobie Brothers,
Black Sheep,
The Fall,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Davy DMX,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Steve Hackett,
Lindisfarne,
Roxette,
Ten City,
Thee Headcoats,
the Association,
Joe Finger,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kurtis Blow,
Q65,
Eric B and Rakim,
MC5,
a-ha,
The Slackers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Music Machine,
Can,
Inner City,
Colin Newman,
Suicide,
Gichy Dan,
Adolescents,
Derrick Morgan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
Skriet,
Tears for Fears,
Outsiders,
B.T. Express,
Parry Music,
Television,
Trumans Water,
Agitation Free,
Desert Stars,
The Barracudas,
Crispy Ambulance,
Vladislav Delay,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.