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 Brunei and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 synthesizer 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 Robert Wyatt to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
B.T. Express,
Amon Düül II,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Hasil Adkins,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Gladiators,
Dark Day,
Kurtis Blow,
Leonard Cohen,
Mandrill,
Eddi Front,
Robert Hood,
The Grass Roots,
Thompson Twins,
John Holt,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lightning Bolt,
Warren Ellis,
L. Decosne,
Pylon,
Qualms,
Simply Red,
Mad Mike,
The J.B.'s,
Isaac Hayes,
Rod Modell,
Gabor Szabo,
Wire,
Donny Hathaway,
The Fuzztones,
Joey Negro,
Funkadelic,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ultravox,
The Gories,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bobby Womack,
EPMD,
Moby Grape,
Gregory Isaacs,
Animal Collective,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fad Gadget,
Tim Buckley,
Fear,
Minutemen,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
DJ Sneak,
Henry Cow,
The Human League,
Robert Wyatt,
Carl Craig,
Bang On A Can,
AZ,
Brothers Johnson,
Banda Bassotti,
The Pretty Things,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.