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 Oman and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 sitar 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 Gap Band to the disco 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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gastr Del Sol,
Peter and Kerry,
Kenny Larkin,
Kerrie Biddell,
Maurizio,
Absolute Body Control,
Jawbox,
X-Ray Spex,
Circle Jerks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Symarip,
China Crisis,
Neu!,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Monochrome Set,
The Pop Group,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sister Nancy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pussy Galore,
Bang On A Can,
Royal Trux,
Lucky Dragons,
DJ Sneak,
Camberwell Now,
Bizarre Inc.,
Goldenarms,
John Foxx,
Harmonia,
Donald Byrd,
Fluxion,
Fugazi,
Hasil Adkins,
Gichy Dan,
Lou Christie,
Gabor Szabo,
Quadrant,
Nils Olav,
Monks,
Silicon Teens,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Move,
Agent Orange,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gang Starr,
Man Parrish,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Laurel Aitken,
Man Eating Sloth,
Robert Wyatt,
Buzzcocks,
Radio Birdman,
Archie Shepp,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Au Pairs,
Avey Tare,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.