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 Malawi and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 oboe 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 Golliwogs to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia 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 a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Cal Tjader,
New Order,
E-Dancer,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ludus,
Donald Byrd,
Black Bananas,
Dual Sessions,
Darondo,
Lucky Dragons,
Camouflage,
Television,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Hashim,
Eden Ahbez,
Grey Daturas,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Skatalites,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Hoover,
Amon Düül II,
Nils Olav,
The Invisible,
Brand Nubian,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Boredoms,
Qualms,
The Slits,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lungfish,
The Names,
Deakin,
Janne Schatter,
Robert Wyatt,
The Smiths,
Ronnie Foster,
Gang Green,
Average White Band,
Letta Mbulu,
The Misunderstood,
Cybotron,
Roxette,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Swell Maps,
Unrelated Segments,
Gang Starr,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Excepter,
Pussy Galore,
Supertramp,
Unwound,
Big Daddy Kane,
Trumans Water,
Visage,
Beasts of Bourbon,
R.M.O.,
Marmalade,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pere Ubu,
Sam Rivers,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.