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 Malaysia 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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Oneida to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
Das Ding,
Joyce Sims,
Alice Coltrane,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Five Americans,
John Foxx,
Lou Christie,
These Immortal Souls,
X-Ray Spex,
Deakin,
CMW,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
In Retrospect,
Joensuu 1685,
The Moleskins,
Soul II Soul,
the Bar-Kays,
Popol Vuh,
Suburban Knight,
Lee Hazlewood,
Tomorrow,
June Days,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Letta Mbulu,
David Axelrod,
Nico,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bill Wells,
Section 25,
Thompson Twins,
Fela Kuti,
Monks,
Bobby Sherman,
Can,
Q and Not U,
Lakeside,
Leonard Cohen,
Rapeman,
Warsaw,
Scientists,
Little Man,
David McCallum,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Angels of Light,
Todd Terry,
Nation of Ulysses,
Dawn Penn,
Con Funk Shun,
The Doors,
Au Pairs,
Country Teasers,
Marc Almond,
Skriet,
Black Pus,
Jeff Lynne,
Ludus,
The Associates,
The Cramps,
Gang of Four,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.