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 Micronesia and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Mummies,
Skriet,
Qualms,
Sparks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Parry Music,
Pere Ubu,
The Divine Comedy,
The Gun Club,
The Angels of Light,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Nik Kershaw,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Marine Girls,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lungfish,
Camberwell Now,
Oblivians,
Hoover,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Youth Brigade,
David Bowie,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bush Tetras,
Iggy Pop,
Sex Pistols,
Vladislav Delay,
Reuben Wilson,
Lower 48,
Traffic Nightmare,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jeff Lynne,
Rotary Connection,
Yaz,
Fat Boys,
The Gories,
Andrew Hill,
Ponytail,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kerrie Biddell,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Kinks,
Anthony Braxton,
Ronnie Foster,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bang On A Can,
Arthur Verocai,
Ralphi Rosario,
Niagra,
Terrestrial Tones,
Basic Channel,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.