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 Mauritius and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Glasgow.
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 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 Michael McDonald 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the rock 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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Cal Tjader,
a-ha,
June Days,
Cheater Slicks,
Accadde A,
Easy Going,
The Skatalites,
48th St. Collective,
Rekid,
Gang Gang Dance,
Intrusion,
Infiniti,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Roxette,
The Dirtbombs,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fugazi,
The Mojo Men,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Index,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Nik Kershaw,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Raincoats,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Curtis Mayfield,
Howard Jones,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ronnie Foster,
Brick,
Brothers Johnson,
Robert Hood,
Funkadelic,
Subhumans,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Fat Boys,
Neil Young,
Amon Düül,
Arcadia,
Model 500,
Sam Rivers,
Pole,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Reuben Wilson,
E-Dancer,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Skriet,
Sound Behaviour,
DNA,
MC5,
The Seeds,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Franke,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Barry Ungar,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kerri Chandler,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.