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 Gabon and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Hong Kong.
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 rhodes 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 Gang Green to the disco 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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lightning Bolt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Symarip,
Ronnie Foster,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Joy Division,
Stetsasonic,
Gregory Isaacs,
Joe Smooth,
Throbbing Gristle,
Slick Rick,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Toni Rubio,
The Cramps,
The Litter,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
June of 44,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Basic Channel,
Glambeats Corp.,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sugar Minott,
Jerry Gold Smith,
John Lydon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
LL Cool J,
The Cure,
Boredoms,
Massinfluence,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sam Rivers,
Slave,
Thee Headcoats,
Idris Muhammad,
Black Pus,
Laurel Aitken,
Agitation Free,
The Pop Group,
The Slackers,
Agent Orange,
Wally Richardson,
Echospace,
Lyres,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pulsallama,
Jeff Mills,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Marine Girls,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ludus,
Visage,
the Swans,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gabor Szabo,
Soulsonic Force,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ohio Players,
Metal Thangz,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.