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 Equatorial Guinea and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Pantaleimon to the rock 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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Joyce Sims,
The Modern Lovers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
kango's stein massive,
Model 500,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gang Starr,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Deadbeat,
The Pretty Things,
Andrew Hill,
John Holt,
The Remains,
Todd Terry,
Sexual Harrassment,
DJ Style,
Urselle,
Index,
Rites of Spring,
Pagans,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ossler,
Unrelated Segments,
Al Stewart,
Funky Four + One,
Cybotron,
Curtis Mayfield,
Altered Images,
The Litter,
the Soft Cell,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dark Day,
Tom Boy,
The Evens,
Marine Girls,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Minny Pops,
The Invisible,
The Music Machine,
Essential Logic,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Infiniti,
The Count Five,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Yaz,
Aaron Thompson,
the Normal,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Offenders,
Spandau Ballet,
The Associates,
The Angels of Light,
David Bowie,
Shuggie Otis,
Piero Umiliani,
Slick Rick,
Drexciya,
Ultimate Spinach,
Judy Mowatt,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.