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 Vanuatu and from Milan.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Evens to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Nation of Ulysses,
Easy Going,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ronan,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gong,
Marc Almond,
The Fuzztones,
Grey Daturas,
The New Christs,
Iggy Pop,
David Axelrod,
Roxette,
Silicon Teens,
Terry Callier,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Goldenarms,
Half Japanese,
Deepchord,
Graham Central Station,
Joy Division,
Y Pants,
Second Layer,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Flesh Eaters,
Los Fastidios,
Kaleidoscope,
Fat Boys,
Ossler,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Groovy Waters,
Glenn Branca,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Blackbyrds,
Cecil Taylor,
Sarah Menescal,
Gang Starr,
World's Most,
Television,
Eurythmics,
The Leaves,
Rosa Yemen,
Ornette Coleman,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Selecter,
Curtis Mayfield,
Loose Ends,
Arcadia,
Sugar Minott,
Reuben Wilson,
Trumans Water,
Saccharine Trust,
cv313,
Heaven 17,
Idris Muhammad,
The Golliwogs,
Rakim,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Names,
The Kinks,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.