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 Mali and from Columbus.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the marimba 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 CMW to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
James White and The Blacks,
Main Source,
Panda Bear,
Matthew Bourne,
Royal Trux,
Kenny Larkin,
The Dead C,
Spandau Ballet,
Juan Atkins,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Fire Engines,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Idris Muhammad,
John Coltrane,
Hashim,
Peter and Kerry,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Smoke,
Heaven 17,
Charles Mingus,
R.M.O.,
Kaleidoscope,
Suburban Knight,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Public Image Ltd.,
Chrome,
Minor Threat,
Joe Finger,
Scott Walker,
Monolake,
Shuggie Otis,
The Last Poets,
The Cowsills,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pantytec,
Ponytail,
The Cure,
Roy Ayers,
The Music Machine,
Jimmy McGriff,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Groovy Waters,
Tommy Roe,
Von Mondo,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Count Five,
Skaos,
Hot Snakes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Blancmange,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Albert Ayler,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
This Heat,
Derrick Morgan,
Porter Ricks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Joyce Sims,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.