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 Portugal and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Masters at Work 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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Henry Cow,
Junior Murvin,
The Victims,
Robert Wyatt,
Aural Exciters,
Ossler,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Essential Logic,
Slick Rick,
Sun Ra,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Zeros,
The New Christs,
Section 25,
Blancmange,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Durutti Column,
Wire,
Peter and Kerry,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Roy Ayers,
Audionom,
The Gun Club,
The Litter,
Funky Four + One,
the Sonics,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lindisfarne,
Fela Kuti,
48th St. Collective,
Guru Guru,
The Blues Magoos,
Aaron Thompson,
The Doobie Brothers,
Surgeon,
The Beau Brummels,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Heaven 17,
Country Teasers,
JFA,
Liliput,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Moby Grape,
Morten Harket,
The Shadows of Knight,
Cameo,
The Moody Blues,
The Busters,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kenny Larkin,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Alton Ellis,
Silicon Teens,
The Slits,
Hoover,
Andrew Hill,
Thee Headcoats,
Hot Snakes,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.