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 Ecuador and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 sitar 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 Blossom Toes to the dance 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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
Skriet,
Mary Jane Girls,
Khruangbin,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Tres Demented,
Country Joe & The Fish,
KRS-One,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Skarface,
The Associates,
The Count Five,
LL Cool J,
Kerri Chandler,
The Golliwogs,
Schoolly D,
MDC,
Procol Harum,
Fatback Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Television Personalities,
Main Source,
Bobby Womack,
Eddi Front,
Don Cherry,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pharoah Sanders,
John Foxx,
Kevin Saunderson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Blossom Toes,
Icehouse,
Rufus Thomas,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Anthony Braxton,
Todd Rundgren,
Pierre Henry,
Lou Reed,
Slave,
Derrick May,
The Young Rascals,
Soft Machine,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Radiopuhelimet,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Offenders,
Lucky Dragons,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Talk Talk,
Sun Ra,
10cc,
Roger Hodgson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Blake Baxter,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Swans,
Barclay James Harvest,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.