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 Guatemala and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Calgary.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the theremin 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad 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 grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Kenny Larkin,
Henry Cow,
ABC,
Ludus,
the Association,
Robert Wyatt,
Al Stewart,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Harmonia,
Animal Collective,
Juan Atkins,
Pere Ubu,
Gong,
Simply Red,
The Cure,
These Immortal Souls,
the Normal,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Essential Logic,
The Move,
Half Japanese,
Laurel Aitken,
Moby Grape,
Heaven 17,
Rosa Yemen,
The Techniques,
AZ,
Cal Tjader,
Skaos,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
David Bowie,
The Durutti Column,
Whodini,
Von Mondo,
Thompson Twins,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gabor Szabo,
Negative Approach,
Television Personalities,
MC5,
The Names,
Wire,
D'Angelo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Siglo XX,
Jeru the Damaja,
Wally Richardson,
Brothers Johnson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Aaron Thompson,
Talk Talk,
Excepter,
Banda Bassotti,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rekid,
Skarface,
L. Decosne,
The Dirtbombs,
Yaz,
Jimmy McGriff,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.