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 Suriname and from Philadelphia.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the sitar 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 Minnie Riperton to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Outsiders,
Siglo XX,
Wasted Youth,
Bush Tetras,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Mark Hollis,
Bootsy Collins,
Scion,
June Days,
LL Cool J,
Alison Limerick,
the Slits,
Loose Ends,
John Foxx,
The Zeros,
Crash Course in Science,
Skriet,
Camouflage,
Joe Finger,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Brothers Johnson,
Dorothy Ashby,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
B.T. Express,
Quando Quango,
Moby Grape,
Pagans,
Banda Bassotti,
Hashim,
Metal Thangz,
Thompson Twins,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Move,
Terry Callier,
Talk Talk,
Erykah Badu,
the Germs,
Aswad,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Associates,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Birthday Party,
Pantaleimon,
Tubeway Army,
Henry Cow,
Soulsonic Force,
Tim Buckley,
Jerry's Kids,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
New Order,
The Offenders,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gang Starr,
Television Personalities,
Black Pus,
Matthew Halsall,
Gichy Dan,
John Holt,
Johnny Osbourne,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.