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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Monochrome Set,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sam Rivers,
cv313,
Symarip,
OOIOO,
Gichy Dan,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Sound,
The J.B.'s,
The Divine Comedy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Crash Course in Science,
Essential Logic,
Alison Limerick,
The Golliwogs,
Tom Boy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Masters at Work,
Rod Modell,
Moby Grape,
The Human League,
Desert Stars,
Albert Ayler,
The Fire Engines,
Pantytec,
Joey Negro,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rekid,
Fear,
AZ,
Grey Daturas,
Robert Wyatt,
Terrestrial Tones,
Althea and Donna,
T.S.O.L.,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dark Day,
FM Einheit,
Boredoms,
Glambeats Corp.,
Icehouse,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Arab on Radar,
Wasted Youth,
Rites of Spring,
Guru Guru,
Johnny Clarke,
Eric Dolphy,
Lou Reed,
Stiv Bators,
Chrome,
Quadrant,
The American Breed,
The Birthday Party,
Rosa Yemen,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
John Cale,
Smog,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.