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 Nauru and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Smoke to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultra Naté record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Joensuu 1685,
Moss Icon,
KRS-One,
Altered Images,
Skriet,
Amazonics,
Sparks,
The Seeds,
Althea and Donna,
Rhythm & Sound,
Television Personalities,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Modern Lovers,
Section 25,
Visage,
The Standells,
Steve Hackett,
The Trojans,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Animal Collective,
Swans,
Ronnie Foster,
Chrome,
Liliput,
Bob Dylan,
Minor Threat,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jacob Miller,
Unwound,
Chris & Cosey,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Average White Band,
Tom Boy,
Cal Tjader,
Intrusion,
Spoonie Gee,
The Grass Roots,
The Flesh Eaters,
Desert Stars,
Skaos,
Piero Umiliani,
Country Teasers,
Gang Green,
David McCallum,
Robert Görl,
The Skatalites,
Ornette Coleman,
Danielle Patucci,
The Misunderstood,
Sun City Girls,
Bobby Sherman,
The Monks,
Alice Coltrane,
Anthony Braxton,
Surgeon,
The Names,
Man Parrish,
Adolescents,
Smog,
Carl Craig,
Janne Schatter,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.