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 Japan and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 spring reverb 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 The Blackbyrds to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Leaves,
Howard Jones,
Oneida,
Drive Like Jehu,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
OOIOO,
Thompson Twins,
Animal Collective,
Don Cherry,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Minnie Riperton,
Liliput,
In Retrospect,
Lyres,
Subhumans,
Brothers Johnson,
Au Pairs,
Soft Cell,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Slick Rick,
Derrick May,
the Bar-Kays,
World's Most,
Barclay James Harvest,
Marc Almond,
Popol Vuh,
Barbara Tucker,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Alton Ellis,
Stiv Bators,
Rufus Thomas,
Outsiders,
Barry Ungar,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Joe Finger,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Warren Ellis,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Gap Band,
Fad Gadget,
Niagra,
Trumans Water,
Cecil Taylor,
Jacob Miller,
Blancmange,
Maleditus Sound,
AZ,
John Holt,
Country Teasers,
Malaria!,
Derrick Morgan,
Sight & Sound,
Pet Shop Boys,
UT,
Cymande,
Mary Jane Girls,
Shuggie Otis,
Yaz,
Moss Icon,
Swell Maps,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.