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 Guinea and from Hong Kong.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Barrington Levy to the dance 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 + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Fania All-Stars,
Girls At Our Best!,
Glambeats Corp.,
Monolake,
The Fortunes,
Mars,
Roy Ayers,
Michelle Simonal,
Cluster,
Bootsy Collins,
Stetsasonic,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
X-102,
Robert Wyatt,
Masters at Work,
Danielle Patucci,
Peter and Kerry,
Pagans,
Suicide,
Glenn Branca,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Buckinghams,
Das Ding,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lucky Dragons,
Gang Gang Dance,
Technova,
Rufus Thomas,
Gabor Szabo,
New York Dolls,
Juan Atkins,
Piero Umiliani,
The Saints,
Lou Christie,
Leonard Cohen,
Jandek,
The Selecter,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Oneida,
MDC,
Eddi Front,
Outsiders,
Mr. Review,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Joensuu 1685,
Subhumans,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sun Ra,
Sixth Finger,
Sparks,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Misunderstood,
The Residents,
10cc,
Hot Snakes,
New Order,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.