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 Hungary and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 rhodes 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Prince Buster,
Funky Four + One,
China Crisis,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sight & Sound,
Jacob Miller,
Judy Mowatt,
Ponytail,
The Neon Judgement,
The Pretty Things,
Lyres,
Shuggie Otis,
The Seeds,
Blossom Toes,
Delta 5,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Q and Not U,
The Shadows of Knight,
Danielle Patucci,
Erasure,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pussy Galore,
Rites of Spring,
Maleditus Sound,
Moss Icon,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mandrill,
T.S.O.L.,
Crispy Ambulance,
Albert Ayler,
Angry Samoans,
Steve Hackett,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
David Axelrod,
Ultra Naté,
Oneida,
Skriet,
KRS-One,
Rhythm & Sound,
Skarface,
10cc,
Boz Scaggs,
L. Decosne,
The Durutti Column,
Barry Ungar,
Minor Threat,
Country Teasers,
Hashim,
The Sound,
Andrew Hill,
Sex Pistols,
The Blackbyrds,
Hoover,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eric B and Rakim,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Evens,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.