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 Liberia and from Manila.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Stockholm.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the oboe 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 to the rap 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 The Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
Gang Starr,
Piero Umiliani,
Au Pairs,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eden Ahbez,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Smiths,
Deepchord,
Skaos,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Aaron Thompson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jeru the Damaja,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Music Machine,
Sound Behaviour,
Sunsets and Hearts,
a-ha,
Isaac Hayes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Mojo Men,
Guru Guru,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lou Reed,
Smog,
B.T. Express,
Joyce Sims,
CMW,
Bobby Sherman,
The Stooges,
Brothers Johnson,
The Tremeloes,
Duran Duran,
Oblivians,
The Residents,
Severed Heads,
The Blackbyrds,
Pharoah Sanders,
Yaz,
Bobby Womack,
Blancmange,
Heaven 17,
The Black Dice,
Chrome,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rakim,
Deadbeat,
Lalann,
Audionom,
Unrelated Segments,
David Axelrod,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Parry Music,
The Cure,
Ossler,
Barry Ungar,
E-Dancer,
Crooked Eye,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.