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 Tajikistan and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 arpeggiator 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 The Index to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Nico,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Zero Boys,
Sun Ra,
The Angels of Light,
Janne Schatter,
Joy Division,
Scientists,
Blake Baxter,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Cal Tjader,
Nick Fraelich,
Rod Modell,
Michelle Simonal,
Saccharine Trust,
Symarip,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Popol Vuh,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lindisfarne,
Judy Mowatt,
Bronski Beat,
Absolute Body Control,
Outsiders,
Gang of Four,
Patti Smith,
Adolescents,
The Moody Blues,
Bizarre Inc.,
Oblivians,
Joe Finger,
Susan Cadogan,
The Offenders,
Wire,
Nirvana,
The New Christs,
Delta 5,
Rites of Spring,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jeru the Damaja,
Shuggie Otis,
Mr. Review,
Rotary Connection,
Television Personalities,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lalo Schifrin,
Excepter,
Pole,
Robert Wyatt,
Fatback Band,
The Birthday Party,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Morten Harket,
Boz Scaggs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Marvin Gaye,
A Certain Ratio,
Ornette Coleman,
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.