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 Oman and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 synthesizer 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 Normal to the grime 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
David Axelrod,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
T. Rex,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Parry Music,
The Happenings,
Marcia Griffiths,
Whodini,
Avey Tare,
Animal Collective,
Lou Christie,
The Neon Judgement,
Funky Four + One,
Make Up,
Scrapy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Isaac Hayes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Toasters,
Lightning Bolt,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Soul II Soul,
Minutemen,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
John Lydon,
Funkadelic,
Connie Case,
Agitation Free,
Byron Stingily,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Minny Pops,
Shoche,
Robert Görl,
Alphaville,
Warren Ellis,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Dennis Brown,
The Selecter,
Ponytail,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Flesh Eaters,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Quantec,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Sonics,
Kaleidoscope,
Black Moon,
China Crisis,
The Martian,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lungfish,
Mr. Review,
Sam Rivers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rhythm & Sound,
Unwound,
Drexciya,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.