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 Uganda 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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 theremin 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 a-ha to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Black Flag,
Urselle,
DJ Sneak,
Nation of Ulysses,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Tim Buckley,
Alison Limerick,
Harry Pussy,
Ken Boothe,
Massinfluence,
OOIOO,
Pharoah Sanders,
Letta Mbulu,
Bill Near,
Ultimate Spinach,
Glambeats Corp.,
Icehouse,
Gabor Szabo,
Deepchord,
Y Pants,
Byron Stingily,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Albert Ayler,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Durutti Column,
Soul II Soul,
Bill Wells,
Hasil Adkins,
Marvin Gaye,
Cymande,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Walker Brothers,
Yellowson,
John Cale,
The Monks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rufus Thomas,
T. Rex,
Sam Rivers,
Quadrant,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Camouflage,
Traffic Nightmare,
Charles Mingus,
Organ,
Kurtis Blow,
Scratch Acid,
The Searchers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Freddie Wadling,
The Misunderstood,
Skriet,
Qualms,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jandek,
Lucky Dragons,
The Residents,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Hoover,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.