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 Macedonia and from Jakarta.
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 London and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 chamberlin 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 Ludus to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Wings,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Fall,
Black Flag,
Buzzcocks,
Kerri Chandler,
Eurythmics,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Reuben Wilson,
Laurel Aitken,
Soft Machine,
Motorama,
cv313,
Janne Schatter,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Drive Like Jehu,
Neu!,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Zeros,
Jandek,
Avey Tare,
Joe Finger,
Terry Callier,
Organ,
Second Layer,
Interpol,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Tim Buckley,
Kas Product,
June Days,
X-102,
The Vogues,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lindisfarne,
Donny Hathaway,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Stooges,
Wolf Eyes,
Whodini,
Los Fastidios,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ornette Coleman,
Minny Pops,
Chris & Cosey,
Vladislav Delay,
Lou Christie,
Rufus Thomas,
Sonic Youth,
The Fire Engines,
Deadbeat,
Quantec,
The Blues Magoos,
Bob Dylan,
Funky Four + One,
Fat Boys,
Sixth Finger,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Patti Smith,
Crime,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bad Manners,
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.