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 Algeria and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the jazz 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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Swans,
Robert Görl,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Todd Terry,
Das Ding,
Marc Almond,
The Standells,
Avey Tare,
Easy Going,
Gang Gang Dance,
Deakin,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fluxion,
Yaz,
The Sound,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
A Certain Ratio,
Judy Mowatt,
Quantec,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Big Daddy Kane,
Robert Wyatt,
F. McDonald,
The Electric Prunes,
Stiv Bators,
Goldenarms,
Lucky Dragons,
Pantytec,
Sarah Menescal,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Black Moon,
DJ Sneak,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Anakelly,
Aural Exciters,
Kas Product,
Ralphi Rosario,
Godley & Creme,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ohio Players,
Fad Gadget,
Tubeway Army,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Banda Bassotti,
Supertramp,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Golliwogs,
Ornette Coleman,
Massinfluence,
Dual Sessions,
Roger Hodgson,
Skarface,
Sun City Girls,
The Moody Blues,
Fela Kuti,
Public Enemy,
June Days,
Surgeon,
Infiniti,
Grey Daturas,
Charles Mingus,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.