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 Nicaragua and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 kango's stein massive to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispian St. Peters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Depeche Mode,
R.M.O.,
Soft Machine,
Sound Behaviour,
Danielle Patucci,
Popol Vuh,
Steve Hackett,
Yazoo,
Skarface,
Glenn Branca,
The Mojo Men,
Jawbox,
Byron Stingily,
Hot Snakes,
the Soft Cell,
Scott Walker,
Joey Negro,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Soulsonic Force,
Mary Jane Girls,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Robert Wyatt,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Gun Club,
the Germs,
Boredoms,
Harry Pussy,
Crime,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Marmalade,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Amazonics,
Rites of Spring,
Scratch Acid,
Fat Boys,
Public Enemy,
The Black Dice,
Flipper,
Radiohead,
Hardrive,
Pulsallama,
The Doobie Brothers,
Letta Mbulu,
Bizarre Inc.,
D'Angelo,
Severed Heads,
The Pop Group,
Man Parrish,
Gang of Four,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Moebius,
The Martian,
Pylon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Flash Fearless,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.