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 Haiti and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 sitar 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 The Buckinghams to the techno 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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Joey Negro,
The United States of America,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Neil Young,
Black Bananas,
The Searchers,
The Music Machine,
Mark Hollis,
The Toasters,
Soul Sonic Force,
Junior Murvin,
The Shadows of Knight,
Minny Pops,
Gastr Del Sol,
Faraquet,
Accadde A,
David McCallum,
Connie Case,
Moss Icon,
Deadbeat,
Bill Near,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Subhumans,
Sun Ra,
Grandmaster Flash,
New Age Steppers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Grass Roots,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lalann,
X-101,
Robert Wyatt,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Neon Judgement,
Joensuu 1685,
Procol Harum,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fela Kuti,
Charles Mingus,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ponytail,
Roxette,
The Gun Club,
Sparks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jawbox,
Alice Coltrane,
T. Rex,
Newcleus,
Sällskapet,
Bluetip,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Count Five,
X-102,
The Sound,
Shoche,
kango's stein massive,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.