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 Sudan and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Columbus.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the rock 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Stooges,
Vladislav Delay,
The Slackers,
Wire,
Ten City,
The Pretty Things,
Surgeon,
Laurel Aitken,
Aural Exciters,
June of 44,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sam Rivers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jerry Gold Smith,
This Heat,
Lungfish,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Offenders,
Schoolly D,
Angry Samoans,
Cameo,
The Cowsills,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Fuzztones,
10cc,
The Grass Roots,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
In Retrospect,
Second Layer,
Scientists,
E-Dancer,
Sly & The Family Stone,
JFA,
Harry Pussy,
Quando Quango,
Erykah Badu,
Jeff Mills,
a-ha,
Shuggie Otis,
The Invisible,
Amon Düül,
Gang Gang Dance,
Massinfluence,
Kerri Chandler,
Half Japanese,
The Divine Comedy,
Freddie Wadling,
Jesper Dahlback,
Mary Jane Girls,
Hashim,
Delon & Dalcan,
Blake Baxter,
The Saints,
Anthony Braxton,
Sparks,
Eurythmics,
Tres Demented,
Motorama,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.