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 Trinidad & Tobago 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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Swell Maps,
Anthony Braxton,
Young Marble Giants,
Jacques Brel,
Ultimate Spinach,
The American Breed,
The Flesh Eaters,
Archie Shepp,
Wire,
Jawbox,
Kerrie Biddell,
Urselle,
Nick Fraelich,
Cybotron,
Marmalade,
The Tremeloes,
Boz Scaggs,
The Associates,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Cure,
Absolute Body Control,
Pagans,
Toni Rubio,
Saccharine Trust,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Busters,
KRS-One,
Lou Christie,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mantronix,
John Coltrane,
The Searchers,
Arthur Verocai,
Hoover,
Fugazi,
Glenn Branca,
Sex Pistols,
The Moody Blues,
One Last Wish,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Skatalites,
Vainqueur,
OOIOO,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Camouflage,
Arab on Radar,
Gabor Szabo,
The Monks,
Masters at Work,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
John Holt,
the Sonics,
John Foxx,
Harry Pussy,
Aloha Tigers,
Massinfluence,
Minnie Riperton,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bobby Sherman,
Chris & Cosey,
Zero Boys,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.