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 Qatar and from Glasgow.
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 Lille and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Aaron Thompson to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
The Sonics,
Jeru the Damaja,
La Düsseldorf,
Qualms,
The Beau Brummels,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Saccharine Trust,
Fugazi,
The Walker Brothers,
The Gun Club,
B.T. Express,
Dark Day,
Ossler,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Saints,
Excepter,
Deepchord,
PIL,
OOIOO,
Alice Coltrane,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Oneida,
Blossom Toes,
Livin' Joy,
Amon Düül II,
Lou Reed,
Magazine,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Angels of Light,
The Golliwogs,
Sugar Minott,
The Pretty Things,
Scratch Acid,
Bill Near,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Techniques,
Pagans,
The Barracudas,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eric Copeland,
The Velvet Underground,
Crooked Eye,
Banda Bassotti,
Kenny Larkin,
Con Funk Shun,
Quantec,
Index,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Reuben Wilson,
Procol Harum,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
X-Ray Spex,
Babytalk,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Invisible,
The Selecter,
The Count Five,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.