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 Monaco and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Shanghai.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Eddi Front to the disco 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Dual Sessions,
One Last Wish,
Panda Bear,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Marmalade,
Junior Murvin,
Gastr Del Sol,
Donny Hathaway,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bluetip,
Black Pus,
Rod Modell,
Mo-Dettes,
Jerry's Kids,
Boredoms,
Leonard Cohen,
Vladislav Delay,
Marshall Jefferson,
Yusef Lateef,
Eden Ahbez,
Banda Bassotti,
The Birthday Party,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Derrick Morgan,
Patti Smith,
Magma,
Groovy Waters,
Deepchord,
The Leaves,
The Evens,
Sparks,
Bang On A Can,
Essential Logic,
Fear,
kango's stein massive,
Hashim,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lou Christie,
Grey Daturas,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Moody Blues,
Graham Central Station,
Matthew Halsall,
Stiv Bators,
Rites of Spring,
Rapeman,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
These Immortal Souls,
Lindisfarne,
Mission of Burma,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Main Source,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
In Retrospect,
The Martian,
Duran Duran,
Nas,
Bill Near,
Fatback Band,
The Happenings,
John Lydon,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.