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 Australia and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Leaves to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange 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?
Peter and Kerry,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jacques Brel,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bobby Womack,
Eurythmics,
Bill Near,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Nation of Ulysses,
Crime,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lucky Dragons,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Nik Kershaw,
Barclay James Harvest,
Average White Band,
Althea and Donna,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Victims,
Nick Fraelich,
Little Man,
Josef K,
Marmalade,
Throbbing Gristle,
Zero Boys,
Slick Rick,
Danielle Patucci,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Black Dice,
David Axelrod,
Albert Ayler,
Hoover,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Shadows of Knight,
New Order,
A Certain Ratio,
Bang On A Can,
Monolake,
Arthur Verocai,
Lou Christie,
Robert Wyatt,
U.S. Maple,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Soul Sonic Force,
Saccharine Trust,
Gabor Szabo,
ABBA,
Dorothy Ashby,
Altered Images,
Q and Not U,
Quadrant,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Chrome,
Carl Craig,
Bob Dylan,
Scientists,
The Techniques,
Blake Baxter,
Scott Walker,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.