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 Israel and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 rhodes 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Blake Baxter,
The Neon Judgement,
Gang Green,
Glenn Branca,
Marc Almond,
Joy Division,
Kenny Larkin,
Warsaw,
Das Ding,
The Pretty Things,
Eve St. Jones,
Unrelated Segments,
Nils Olav,
The Detroit Cobras,
Animal Collective,
Nirvana,
Buzzcocks,
Stetsasonic,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Gories,
Youth Brigade,
R.M.O.,
Wally Richardson,
Iggy Pop,
AZ,
Camberwell Now,
Boredoms,
Echospace,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Alice Coltrane,
Connie Case,
Mars,
Don Cherry,
Pulsallama,
LL Cool J,
Arab on Radar,
Technova,
Black Sheep,
The Residents,
Blossom Toes,
Minnie Riperton,
Terrestrial Tones,
Dawn Penn,
Ultravox,
The Litter,
The Beau Brummels,
Lalann,
Bill Wells,
Hardrive,
Brick,
Slave,
Franke,
Nik Kershaw,
Swans,
Urselle,
Michelle Simonal,
Tres Demented,
Amon Düül,
Bang On A Can,
Severed Heads,
Ituana,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.