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 Uruguay and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar 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 H. Thieme to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Khruangbin,
The American Breed,
Johnny Clarke,
Soulsonic Force,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bluetip,
Altered Images,
The Techniques,
Skarface,
Swans,
The Kinks,
The Cure,
Brand Nubian,
X-101,
Barry Ungar,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Cowsills,
Piero Umiliani,
Lower 48,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ponytail,
Audionom,
Freddie Wadling,
Fela Kuti,
Boredoms,
K-Klass,
a-ha,
Sun City Girls,
Mr. Review,
Steve Hackett,
Fat Boys,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Fire Engines,
cv313,
Crash Course in Science,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jandek,
Cymande,
Joey Negro,
Marmalade,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ossler,
Visage,
Liliput,
The Busters,
Hot Snakes,
The Seeds,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Agitation Free,
Faraquet,
Television Personalities,
Tommy Roe,
Isaac Hayes,
Brass Construction,
Fugazi,
The Flesh Eaters,
Moss Icon,
Moebius,
The Beau Brummels,
Schoolly D,
Sunsets and Hearts,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.