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 Madagascar and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 oboe 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 Vladislav Delay to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Roxy Music,
Rhythm & Sound,
Wings,
Fluxion,
Ten City,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bobby Byrd,
Mo-Dettes,
X-101,
Jerry's Kids,
Todd Rundgren,
Lindisfarne,
Tropical Tobacco,
Parry Music,
Jeru the Damaja,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jandek,
Infiniti,
Matthew Halsall,
Lower 48,
Joyce Sims,
David Bowie,
The Kinks,
Crime,
Sound Behaviour,
the Bar-Kays,
This Heat,
Urselle,
Reuben Wilson,
Dennis Brown,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mark Hollis,
Ornette Coleman,
Sam Rivers,
Wally Richardson,
The Leaves,
Gang of Four,
a-ha,
Country Teasers,
Quando Quango,
Ice-T,
Michelle Simonal,
Sex Pistols,
Pylon,
Scientists,
Soul II Soul,
Grey Daturas,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Electric Prunes,
David Axelrod,
Soul Sonic Force,
Vainqueur,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sight & Sound,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Juan Atkins,
The Vogues,
Scan 7,
The Count Five,
James White and The Blacks,
Porter Ricks,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.