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 Seychelles and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sound Behaviour to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Camouflage,
X-101,
The Cramps,
Interpol,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mission of Burma,
Yellowson,
Royal Trux,
Jawbox,
Quando Quango,
Isaac Hayes,
Reuben Wilson,
June Days,
Niagra,
The Fortunes,
The Monks,
Minnie Riperton,
The Gories,
Lou Reed,
The Human League,
The Associates,
Fear,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Nils Olav,
Bauhaus,
Cal Tjader,
Agent Orange,
Icehouse,
Lou Christie,
The Music Machine,
Lyres,
Neil Young,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Brass Construction,
Q and Not U,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gong,
Eve St. Jones,
DJ Sneak,
Average White Band,
Nick Fraelich,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kenny Larkin,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Connie Case,
Tears for Fears,
The Gap Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Electric Prunes,
Curtis Mayfield,
Aural Exciters,
Magma,
Minutemen,
Severed Heads,
Country Teasers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ken Boothe,
Young Marble Giants,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Index,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Derrick May,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.