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 Vanuatu and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Gabor Szabo to the rap 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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Aaron Thompson,
Adolescents,
Yusef Lateef,
Television Personalities,
Maurizio,
Whodini,
The Count Five,
Fela Kuti,
Simply Red,
Joe Smooth,
Royal Trux,
Stereo Dub,
The Remains,
The Knickerbockers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Slave,
The Cure,
Black Sheep,
The Motions,
The Music Machine,
Japan,
Toni Rubio,
Khruangbin,
Pere Ubu,
Parry Music,
PIL,
Ossler,
The Raincoats,
Rosa Yemen,
The Mojo Men,
Unrelated Segments,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Velvet Underground,
Freddie Wadling,
Organ,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Isaac Hayes,
A Certain Ratio,
Robert Wyatt,
Second Layer,
Lou Christie,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bootsy Collins,
Alphaville,
Guru Guru,
Jerry's Kids,
Scott Walker,
Gang of Four,
Masters at Work,
Los Fastidios,
Hot Snakes,
Wasted Youth,
Y Pants,
Black Moon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Franke,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.