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 Tanzania and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The New Christs to the jazz 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 The Victims. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Eden Ahbez,
Throbbing Gristle,
Icehouse,
The Red Krayola,
Kurtis Blow,
The Slits,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Tomorrow,
Joe Finger,
Warren Ellis,
Letta Mbulu,
Black Bananas,
La Düsseldorf,
cv313,
ABBA,
Groovy Waters,
The Smoke,
Wally Richardson,
Jandek,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Happenings,
Swans,
Graham Central Station,
The Cowsills,
Pulsallama,
KRS-One,
Ultra Naté,
X-101,
Au Pairs,
Faraquet,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Cybotron,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Curtis Mayfield,
Howard Jones,
Babytalk,
Albert Ayler,
Ponytail,
Boogie Down Productions,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Scientists,
OOIOO,
Blossom Toes,
Skaos,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Wire,
The Angels of Light,
Cymande,
Junior Murvin,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Monolake,
Dead Boys,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Chris & Cosey,
Unrelated Segments,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Germs,
Supertramp,
Lower 48,
Pagans,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.