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 South Africa and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the theremin 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 Pagans to the crunk 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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Rekid,
Anakelly,
Laurel Aitken,
Isaac Hayes,
DJ Sneak,
The Electric Prunes,
Pantytec,
Althea and Donna,
Ken Boothe,
Los Fastidios,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Tubeway Army,
Organ,
Alison Limerick,
Hoover,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Graham Central Station,
Funkadelic,
Eve St. Jones,
The Moleskins,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Al Stewart,
Ronnie Foster,
MC5,
Bauhaus,
the Normal,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pierre Henry,
Bizarre Inc.,
Donny Hathaway,
The Trojans,
The Toasters,
Throbbing Gristle,
New York Dolls,
Jawbox,
Mission of Burma,
Kool Moe Dee,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Popol Vuh,
Wings,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Stooges,
Thee Headcoats,
The Slackers,
Bootsy Collins,
Zero Boys,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Dark Day,
The Cramps,
Blake Baxter,
Black Bananas,
Mark Hollis,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Beau Brummels,
The Moody Blues,
Blossom Toes,
Q65,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gang Green,
Kerri Chandler,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.