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 Vanuatu and from Mumbai.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 Eli Mardock to the grunge 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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Move,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Moby Grape,
The Knickerbockers,
Ohio Players,
Soft Cell,
FM Einheit,
Ponytail,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Dawn Penn,
The Doors,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Robert Wyatt,
In Retrospect,
Crash Course in Science,
the Human League,
The Happenings,
Bronski Beat,
Jandek,
The Gun Club,
Cecil Taylor,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Y Pants,
JFA,
Jimmy McGriff,
Chris Corsano,
Bush Tetras,
Bobby Hutcherson,
New Order,
The Stooges,
Rosa Yemen,
Whodini,
Scratch Acid,
Ice-T,
Arab on Radar,
L. Decosne,
Sun City Girls,
Eve St. Jones,
Banda Bassotti,
The Busters,
Leonard Cohen,
Moss Icon,
Tim Buckley,
Iggy Pop,
Man Parrish,
Albert Ayler,
Charles Mingus,
Main Source,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Gap Band,
Yazoo,
Visage,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lalann,
Arcadia,
Bauhaus,
Icehouse,
The Selecter,
Henry Cow,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.