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 Russia and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 OOIOO to the techno 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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer 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 arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
DNA,
Sonic Youth,
D'Angelo,
Scan 7,
Juan Atkins,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mantronix,
The Busters,
Eden Ahbez,
Fugazi,
Alphaville,
The Offenders,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bob Dylan,
Althea and Donna,
T. Rex,
Lungfish,
Henry Cow,
The Count Five,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mary Jane Girls,
Absolute Body Control,
Neu!,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bluetip,
Tom Boy,
DJ Sneak,
Minor Threat,
Danielle Patucci,
Erykah Badu,
Cal Tjader,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Hoover,
The Gories,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Second Layer,
Liliput,
Lalo Schifrin,
Cecil Taylor,
Interpol,
The Cure,
Bobby Sherman,
Robert Hood,
Todd Rundgren,
The Motions,
Drexciya,
Q and Not U,
the Association,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Desert Stars,
Gang Starr,
The Selecter,
Procol Harum,
Yusef Lateef,
Hardrive,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.