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 China and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Motorama to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Simply Red,
Rotary Connection,
June of 44,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Faraquet,
Delta 5,
Radiohead,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ice-T,
Loose Ends,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Main Source,
The Neon Judgement,
Fela Kuti,
Graham Central Station,
Qualms,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Animal Collective,
Buzzcocks,
The Move,
Royal Trux,
Joe Finger,
Thompson Twins,
Smog,
Eric Copeland,
The Toasters,
Junior Murvin,
Marine Girls,
Fad Gadget,
Lalann,
Basic Channel,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Moody Blues,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Subhumans,
AZ,
Faust,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fluxion,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lou Reed,
Crime,
Hot Snakes,
Idris Muhammad,
Jeff Lynne,
Bill Wells,
Bootsy Collins,
The Blues Magoos,
Josef K,
New York Dolls,
Severed Heads,
The Gories,
Warsaw,
Soft Machine,
Charles Mingus,
CMW,
Bobby Womack,
Popol Vuh,
Niagra,
The Sound,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.