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 Tonga and from Stockholm.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Animal Collective to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kevin Saunderson,
Scientists,
Crispian St. Peters,
Groovy Waters,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Beau Brummels,
Brothers Johnson,
The Cramps,
Average White Band,
Y Pants,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The United States of America,
New Age Steppers,
Faraquet,
Animal Collective,
Bobby Womack,
The Offenders,
Freddie Wadling,
Arcadia,
Vladislav Delay,
The Raincoats,
Ten City,
T. Rex,
Aloha Tigers,
Intrusion,
Reagan Youth,
Tom Boy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Nico,
China Crisis,
Archie Shepp,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kerrie Biddell,
Suburban Knight,
The Blues Magoos,
Q and Not U,
Neu!,
Fad Gadget,
Mars,
Rotary Connection,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Carl Craig,
Duran Duran,
Anthony Braxton,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Funky Four + One,
Camberwell Now,
Rekid,
Terry Callier,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Make Up,
Yellowson,
Accadde A,
Jeff Lynne,
Young Marble Giants,
Rosa Yemen,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Absolute Body Control,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Wire,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.