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 Niger and from New York.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 The Blues Magoos to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Leonard Cohen,
Stiv Bators,
New York Dolls,
The Blues Magoos,
Procol Harum,
Vladislav Delay,
Main Source,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Anthony Braxton,
Supertramp,
Outsiders,
Patti Smith,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Deadbeat,
Aaron Thompson,
Tommy Roe,
The J.B.'s,
Sarah Menescal,
The Moleskins,
Cluster,
Technova,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ten City,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Spandau Ballet,
Skarface,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jimmy McGriff,
Das Ding,
Pole,
R.M.O.,
Man Eating Sloth,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fear,
The Searchers,
The Fuzztones,
Drive Like Jehu,
Harmonia,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kurtis Blow,
Cymande,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Monolake,
Blake Baxter,
Thompson Twins,
Tears for Fears,
UT,
Bill Near,
Sam Rivers,
Sixth Finger,
Magma,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Minutemen,
Eric Dolphy,
Fat Boys,
Sugar Minott,
The Gories,
Los Fastidios,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Sound,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.