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 Zimbabwe and from Mumbai.
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 Sao Paulo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 clarinet 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 Rapeman to the disco 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Spandau Ballet,
X-102,
Johnny Clarke,
Flamin' Groovies,
Dennis Brown,
Gabor Szabo,
Bauhaus,
Barry Ungar,
Carl Craig,
Mark Hollis,
Scratch Acid,
The Standells,
Eli Mardock,
Wolf Eyes,
Lebanon Hanover,
Intrusion,
Khruangbin,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Young Rascals,
Michelle Simonal,
The Index,
Electric Prunes,
The Smoke,
Ken Boothe,
The Walker Brothers,
Bang On A Can,
Deadbeat,
K-Klass,
Soul Sonic Force,
Boz Scaggs,
Blossom Toes,
Chris & Cosey,
DJ Sneak,
Los Fastidios,
The Zeros,
The Knickerbockers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Archie Shepp,
Groovy Waters,
The Wake,
Sun City Girls,
Jacques Brel,
H. Thieme,
Pere Ubu,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Panda Bear,
In Retrospect,
Lucky Dragons,
Buzzcocks,
Morten Harket,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
U.S. Maple,
Royal Trux,
Eric Dolphy,
The Pop Group,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Monks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Flipper,
Animal Collective,
The Litter,
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You don't know what you really want.
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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.