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 Belize and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Lee Hazlewood 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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Porter Ricks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Banda Bassotti,
The Slits,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Offenders,
Pole,
Pet Shop Boys,
The United States of America,
Crispian St. Peters,
Marc Almond,
Scrapy,
Bob Dylan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sister Nancy,
Steve Hackett,
Intrusion,
Letta Mbulu,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Carl Craig,
The Buckinghams,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Swans,
Pulsallama,
Marmalade,
R.M.O.,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
New York Dolls,
Liliput,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dennis Brown,
The Wake,
The Victims,
The Tremeloes,
Tubeway Army,
The J.B.'s,
Ken Boothe,
The Pretty Things,
Theoretical Girls,
Sixth Finger,
Blake Baxter,
Interpol,
Boogie Down Productions,
Matthew Halsall,
H. Thieme,
Smog,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Suicide,
Faust,
Slick Rick,
The Walker Brothers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Grey Daturas,
Mars,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.