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 Argentina 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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Roxy Music to the electroclash 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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lucky Dragons,
Wally Richardson,
Deepchord,
Motorama,
Jesper Dahlback,
Nas,
Grey Daturas,
Main Source,
Sam Rivers,
Oblivians,
The Grass Roots,
The Buckinghams,
The Associates,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rapeman,
Roy Ayers,
Pierre Henry,
Sandy B,
Essential Logic,
Soft Cell,
Marshall Jefferson,
Easy Going,
Gang of Four,
Schoolly D,
Lebanon Hanover,
Radiopuhelimet,
Wolf Eyes,
Jandek,
Camberwell Now,
Scratch Acid,
LL Cool J,
Gerry Rafferty,
Radiohead,
The American Breed,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Funky Four + One,
Neil Young,
Tim Buckley,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Isaac Hayes,
Eurythmics,
Sällskapet,
Ronan,
Franke,
Monolake,
B.T. Express,
Kayak,
Loose Ends,
Yazoo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Angels of Light,
Talk Talk,
Intrusion,
Eric Copeland,
Kool Moe Dee,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Trojans,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.