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 Honduras and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tokyo.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
The Leaves,
U.S. Maple,
Agitation Free,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Smiths,
AZ,
Index,
The Young Rascals,
Can,
Joe Finger,
Buzzcocks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Fire Engines,
Letta Mbulu,
Mark Hollis,
Pharoah Sanders,
Second Layer,
Rod Modell,
Dave Gahan,
Angry Samoans,
Cal Tjader,
Sun Ra,
Basic Channel,
Infiniti,
Sam Rivers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Skaos,
X-102,
John Lydon,
Camberwell Now,
Procol Harum,
Pantytec,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Suburban Knight,
Donald Byrd,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sugar Minott,
The Modern Lovers,
The Blackbyrds,
Funky Four + One,
The Searchers,
Ludus,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sparks,
Charles Mingus,
Minutemen,
Glenn Branca,
Bluetip,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lyres,
June of 44,
Gang Gang Dance,
Electric Prunes,
The Pretty Things,
Nas,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Clear Light,
Grey Daturas,
Lou Christie,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.