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 Liechtenstein and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Brothers Johnson to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken 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?
Trumans Water,
U.S. Maple,
Stereo Dub,
DJ Sneak,
Crispy Ambulance,
Q and Not U,
Juan Atkins,
The Pop Group,
Deakin,
the Human League,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Todd Terry,
Eve St. Jones,
Byron Stingily,
Aloha Tigers,
Gichy Dan,
The Associates,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Schoolly D,
Sex Pistols,
Eli Mardock,
Bizarre Inc.,
Symarip,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Crispian St. Peters,
FM Einheit,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Divine Comedy,
Wolf Eyes,
Moby Grape,
Yazoo,
a-ha,
Ossler,
The Flesh Eaters,
KRS-One,
Jesper Dahlback,
Index,
Niagra,
B.T. Express,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pylon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Robert Görl,
Oneida,
Gerry Rafferty,
Inner City,
Urselle,
Judy Mowatt,
The Modern Lovers,
Monolake,
Rhythm & Sound,
Glenn Branca,
The Toasters,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Velvet Underground,
Pagans,
The Leaves,
Franke,
the Association,
The Smiths,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.