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 Iran and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes 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 oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Traffic Nightmare,
Yellowson,
Infiniti,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Black Bananas,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Funkadelic,
Wally Richardson,
The Birthday Party,
Lou Reed,
Interpol,
The Offenders,
The Moody Blues,
Wire,
World's Most,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Real Kids,
Reagan Youth,
Albert Ayler,
Quadrant,
Outsiders,
Mandrill,
Warsaw,
The Seeds,
Jerry's Kids,
Ultra Naté,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bill Wells,
Scion,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rod Modell,
Gang of Four,
Eric B and Rakim,
Amon Düül,
Crime,
The Tremeloes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Marshall Jefferson,
Laurel Aitken,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kevin Saunderson,
Marvin Gaye,
Mantronix,
Au Pairs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Tears for Fears,
Erykah Badu,
Bootsy Collins,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Busters,
X-Ray Spex,
Panda Bear,
Godley & Creme,
Scrapy,
Alice Coltrane,
Curtis Mayfield,
Television Personalities,
Kerri Chandler,
the Swans,
Bob Dylan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Zapp,
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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.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.