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 Seychelles and from Mumbai.
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 Bologna and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Faust to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord 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 guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lucky Dragons,
The Grass Roots,
The Zeros,
China Crisis,
Zero Boys,
the Soft Cell,
Anthony Braxton,
Alton Ellis,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Nas,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Hashim,
Saccharine Trust,
Faust,
The Mighty Diamonds,
X-102,
Nick Fraelich,
Pet Shop Boys,
Yaz,
Johnny Clarke,
Freddie Wadling,
Terry Callier,
The Music Machine,
Bill Wells,
Unrelated Segments,
Ronan,
Al Stewart,
The Remains,
The United States of America,
Wings,
Rekid,
Jeff Lynne,
Tomorrow,
CMW,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bob Dylan,
Idris Muhammad,
Arab on Radar,
Bobby Hutcherson,
New Order,
Organ,
Excepter,
Funky Four + One,
The Litter,
Jacques Brel,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lou Reed,
Black Sheep,
Hot Snakes,
The Invisible,
Morten Harket,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gerry Rafferty,
Davy DMX,
Skarface,
Man Parrish,
Man Eating Sloth,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.