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 Azerbaijan and from London.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 güiro 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 Glambeats Corp. to the crunk 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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
kango's stein massive,
Byron Stingily,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Animal Collective,
Kool Moe Dee,
Motorama,
MC5,
Mission of Burma,
Sparks,
Jeff Mills,
Black Pus,
Robert Wyatt,
Jacob Miller,
Max Romeo,
Absolute Body Control,
The Tremeloes,
John Holt,
Prince Buster,
Brick,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Monks,
Reagan Youth,
Black Sheep,
Audionom,
Average White Band,
T.S.O.L.,
Andrew Hill,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kevin Saunderson,
Panda Bear,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ludus,
Mad Mike,
The Index,
Livin' Joy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Moby Grape,
Swans,
Skriet,
Eden Ahbez,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Invisible,
Brand Nubian,
Isaac Hayes,
The Electric Prunes,
Tomorrow,
Jerry's Kids,
Trumans Water,
The Gories,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Wake,
Cal Tjader,
Gang Gang Dance,
Soft Machine,
June Days,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Henry Cow,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.