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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Kas Product,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Cameo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Maurizio,
Oneida,
Lou Reed,
LL Cool J,
The New Christs,
Sun City Girls,
Sonic Youth,
Delta 5,
Q and Not U,
Mark Hollis,
Henry Cow,
Vainqueur,
Gong,
Sixth Finger,
Anakelly,
Jacques Brel,
The Victims,
The Gladiators,
Derrick Morgan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lalann,
Skarface,
Ronnie Foster,
Crispy Ambulance,
MDC,
Motorama,
The Offenders,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Minutemen,
Skaos,
Yellowson,
Morten Harket,
Sister Nancy,
Anthony Braxton,
Mr. Review,
Stiv Bators,
Cluster,
Adolescents,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pole,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Can,
The Index,
Donny Hathaway,
Amazonics,
Outsiders,
The Count Five,
Soulsonic Force,
AZ,
Idris Muhammad,
Avey Tare,
Lebanon Hanover,
Nas,
OOIOO,
Rites of Spring,
Flamin' Groovies,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.