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 Syria and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 arpeggiator 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 Thompson Twins to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
John Holt,
Hoover,
Robert Wyatt,
The Raincoats,
Soft Cell,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Tim Buckley,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Echospace,
Outsiders,
Sällskapet,
Roy Ayers,
Nils Olav,
Stereo Dub,
Minutemen,
The New Christs,
Freddie Wadling,
Electric Prunes,
the Normal,
Agitation Free,
Quando Quango,
Isaac Hayes,
Don Cherry,
Banda Bassotti,
Derrick May,
The Mojo Men,
Quadrant,
Animal Collective,
The Fortunes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lalo Schifrin,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Goldenarms,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Desert Stars,
Al Stewart,
Essential Logic,
Oblivians,
Fad Gadget,
Cecil Taylor,
Dawn Penn,
OOIOO,
Pere Ubu,
The Gap Band,
Parry Music,
The Searchers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Organ,
Rosa Yemen,
PIL,
The Gories,
Crash Course in Science,
Archie Shepp,
UT,
David McCallum,
Fugazi,
Gang of Four,
Boz Scaggs,
Roxette,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.