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 United Kingdom and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 oboe 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 Black Bananas to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Sexual Harrassment,
Slave,
Sight & Sound,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fela Kuti,
Sugar Minott,
The Associates,
Roxette,
Parry Music,
Fear,
Marvin Gaye,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Roger Hodgson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jesper Dahlback,
Peter & Gordon,
The Dead C,
ABBA,
The Standells,
Isaac Hayes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
John Cale,
Man Parrish,
Technova,
Magazine,
Schoolly D,
Porter Ricks,
Mr. Review,
D'Angelo,
Public Enemy,
Massinfluence,
Rod Modell,
Sparks,
Con Funk Shun,
The Zeros,
Amazonics,
Soft Machine,
MDC,
Lou Reed,
Neil Young,
the Soft Cell,
Das Ding,
Radiohead,
Angry Samoans,
The Dirtbombs,
Mission of Burma,
Heaven 17,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
MC5,
Judy Mowatt,
Joensuu 1685,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Country Joe & The Fish,
L. Decosne,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Stooges,
Swell Maps,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.