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 Djibouti and from Bremen.
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 Delhi 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Matthew Bourne to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Moss Icon,
Max Romeo,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Red Krayola,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bush Tetras,
The Tremeloes,
Moebius,
Basic Channel,
Juan Atkins,
Johnny Clarke,
Lower 48,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Freddie Wadling,
Sällskapet,
Flipper,
Matthew Halsall,
the Swans,
The Cowsills,
Bauhaus,
The Walker Brothers,
David Axelrod,
The Gories,
Lou Christie,
Heaven 17,
Sugar Minott,
The Evens,
Los Fastidios,
Maurizio,
Sound Behaviour,
Arthur Verocai,
The Doors,
Erasure,
Marmalade,
E-Dancer,
Swans,
Eric Dolphy,
Andrew Hill,
Nas,
The Remains,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
New Age Steppers,
Maleditus Sound,
L. Decosne,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Circle Jerks,
David McCallum,
Oneida,
Althea and Donna,
Duran Duran,
Iggy Pop,
The Divine Comedy,
Ultravox,
Ultimate Spinach,
Amon Düül II,
Franke,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Aural Exciters,
Sam Rivers,
Vainqueur,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.