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 Spain 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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 arpeggiator 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 Peter and Kerry to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
CMW,
Q and Not U,
Spoonie Gee,
Thee Headcoats,
Dead Boys,
Jawbox,
The Cure,
Flash Fearless,
Mad Mike,
Moss Icon,
Jesper Dahlback,
Shuggie Otis,
Mars,
Skaos,
Bush Tetras,
Bill Near,
Judy Mowatt,
Gil Scott Heron,
Supertramp,
Pantaleimon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Remains,
Pole,
Desert Stars,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
David McCallum,
Funky Four + One,
The Fortunes,
Sandy B,
Excepter,
Nirvana,
Stiv Bators,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kenny Larkin,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Oneida,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Slits,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gerry Rafferty,
Dawn Penn,
Tomorrow,
Freddie Wadling,
Marvin Gaye,
Barclay James Harvest,
Deepchord,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
ABBA,
Andrew Hill,
Pulsallama,
Crash Course in Science,
Brass Construction,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lungfish,
Au Pairs,
Erykah Badu,
Byron Stingily,
Jeff Lynne,
Black Moon,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.