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 Brunei and from Stockholm.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the jazz 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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Colin Newman 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?
Anthony Braxton,
Fad Gadget,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ohio Players,
Soft Cell,
Silicon Teens,
Y Pants,
The Beau Brummels,
Wolf Eyes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
F. McDonald,
Wire,
Pantytec,
Severed Heads,
Ituana,
These Immortal Souls,
Roger Hodgson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Reuben Wilson,
Roxette,
Moss Icon,
Average White Band,
Thee Headcoats,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Victims,
The Last Poets,
The Motions,
Warren Ellis,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Massinfluence,
L. Decosne,
Harry Pussy,
Camouflage,
Gichy Dan,
Ornette Coleman,
Dead Boys,
X-Ray Spex,
Roxy Music,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Hardrive,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bob Dylan,
Iggy Pop,
The Moleskins,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Steve Hackett,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
DNA,
London Community Gospel Choir,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Hasil Adkins,
Suburban Knight,
Gang Starr,
Circle Jerks,
Blake Baxter,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Mummies,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.