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 Burkina and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Portland.
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 chamberlin 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 Magma to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro 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 clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Max Romeo,
Sugar Minott,
Derrick Morgan,
Brick,
The Associates,
MDC,
Severed Heads,
ABBA,
Make Up,
Rotary Connection,
Dual Sessions,
Mission of Burma,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Five Americans,
Bill Wells,
Crispian St. Peters,
Johnny Clarke,
These Immortal Souls,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Mummies,
David Axelrod,
Animal Collective,
Joe Finger,
Liliput,
Fad Gadget,
Avey Tare,
Basic Channel,
Hashim,
Hardrive,
Black Flag,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Seeds,
Wire,
KRS-One,
The Techniques,
MC5,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Swell Maps,
Negative Approach,
The Saints,
Unwound,
Jeff Lynne,
Pylon,
The Toasters,
Audionom,
The Pop Group,
The Raincoats,
Depeche Mode,
The Vogues,
Steve Hackett,
Cal Tjader,
Donny Hathaway,
Peter & Gordon,
Ponytail,
Roger Hodgson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Tom Boy,
Prince Buster,
James White and The Blacks,
The Move,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.