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 Liberia and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Spoonie Gee to the disco 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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Ossler,
Cecil Taylor,
Flipper,
The Birthday Party,
Arcadia,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ituana,
Urselle,
Ohio Players,
the Association,
The Toasters,
Carl Craig,
Godley & Creme,
Young Marble Giants,
Man Eating Sloth,
Camberwell Now,
Sugar Minott,
Maurizio,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Groovy Waters,
the Sonics,
Matthew Halsall,
Darondo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Move,
Arthur Verocai,
Vainqueur,
Second Layer,
Eddi Front,
The J.B.'s,
Bizarre Inc.,
Popol Vuh,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Von Mondo,
The New Christs,
Deepchord,
Shoche,
Avey Tare,
Livin' Joy,
Adolescents,
X-101,
Robert Görl,
Tomorrow,
Gang Green,
Yusef Lateef,
JFA,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Angels of Light,
The Mojo Men,
Terrestrial Tones,
Icehouse,
The United States of America,
The Sonics,
Sight & Sound,
Aswad,
Warsaw,
Ten City,
Sound Behaviour,
The Last Poets,
Ponytail,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.