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 Lithuania and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Aloha Tigers to the jazz 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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
PIL,
Scott Walker,
Fugazi,
Motorama,
The Standells,
Yusef Lateef,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sound Behaviour,
Ice-T,
The Trojans,
Mr. Review,
The Move,
Radiohead,
The Fugs,
Jesper Dahlback,
K-Klass,
Blake Baxter,
The Doobie Brothers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Soft Machine,
The Gories,
Hashim,
T.S.O.L.,
Shuggie Otis,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Spandau Ballet,
Warren Ellis,
Black Pus,
Grandmaster Flash,
Malaria!,
Fluxion,
Mantronix,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Moody Blues,
Cecil Taylor,
Ohio Players,
Main Source,
Zero Boys,
The Barracudas,
The Tremeloes,
Sister Nancy,
Joey Negro,
Thompson Twins,
Rakim,
June Days,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Reuben Wilson,
Yellowson,
Crooked Eye,
Black Moon,
The Knickerbockers,
Steve Hackett,
L. Decosne,
Procol Harum,
The Index,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
R.M.O.,
Spoonie Gee,
Pharoah Sanders,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.