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 Somalia and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 marimba 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 Neon Judgement to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
The Walker Brothers,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Sonics,
Franke,
The Moody Blues,
L. Decosne,
PIL,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Marmalade,
Warren Ellis,
Niagra,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Graham Central Station,
Grey Daturas,
Faust,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sister Nancy,
Yaz,
John Holt,
Rufus Thomas,
Grauzone,
The Fuzztones,
Heaven 17,
World's Most,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fatback Band,
Eddi Front,
UT,
Bush Tetras,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kerri Chandler,
Marine Girls,
Boz Scaggs,
Nils Olav,
The Star Department,
Pierre Henry,
Peter and Kerry,
The Vogues,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Moby Grape,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Q65,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ornette Coleman,
Roger Hodgson,
Soul Sonic Force,
Hot Snakes,
The Dirtbombs,
Robert Wyatt,
Crime,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fat Boys,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Josef K,
Al Stewart,
Pylon,
Los Fastidios,
Eric Dolphy,
Bob Dylan,
Gang of Four,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.