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 Indonesia and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Hashim to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
The Misunderstood,
Maleditus Sound,
Suicide,
Barclay James Harvest,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Harry Pussy,
The Evens,
Archie Shepp,
The Smoke,
Angry Samoans,
Hasil Adkins,
Television,
Bootsy Collins,
Section 25,
The J.B.'s,
The Remains,
Sight & Sound,
The Sonics,
Subhumans,
Alice Coltrane,
Howard Jones,
Los Fastidios,
Echospace,
The Fall,
Glambeats Corp.,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Dead Boys,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Victims,
Roxette,
John Cale,
Sällskapet,
Fluxion,
Joe Smooth,
Pharoah Sanders,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Girls At Our Best!,
Alton Ellis,
Crooked Eye,
The Seeds,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Todd Rundgren,
Infiniti,
Laurel Aitken,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Leaves,
Thompson Twins,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ludus,
DNA,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Gladiators,
Average White Band,
Young Marble Giants,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Circle Jerks,
Swans,
Scratch Acid,
MC5,
Roy Ayers,
Youth Brigade,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.