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 Indonesia and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 marimba 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 Cecil Taylor to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Tim Buckley,
Erykah Badu,
Rekid,
Faust,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jeff Mills,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Seeds,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ornette Coleman,
Curtis Mayfield,
Matthew Bourne,
Shoche,
Khruangbin,
Sun City Girls,
Nik Kershaw,
Newcleus,
Popol Vuh,
Anthony Braxton,
Soulsonic Force,
The Sound,
Toni Rubio,
The Black Dice,
Camouflage,
Maurizio,
Todd Terry,
The Martian,
Zapp,
Terry Callier,
Tom Boy,
Main Source,
John Cale,
Bobby Sherman,
Davy DMX,
Skriet,
The Moody Blues,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Human League,
The Standells,
Excepter,
Todd Rundgren,
Siglo XX,
Das Ding,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lungfish,
Chris & Cosey,
The Misunderstood,
Panda Bear,
Masters at Work,
Yazoo,
China Crisis,
Rakim,
The Gun Club,
cv313,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kerrie Biddell,
Schoolly D,
Radiopuhelimet,
Babytalk,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.