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 Bulgaria and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Spoonie Gee,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gil Scott Heron,
Youth Brigade,
Lungfish,
DNA,
Basic Channel,
the Human League,
Audionom,
Warsaw,
X-101,
The Flesh Eaters,
Johnny Clarke,
Symarip,
Gang Green,
Neil Young,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Gap Band,
Isaac Hayes,
Guru Guru,
The Slits,
Sonic Youth,
Soul II Soul,
Minor Threat,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Birthday Party,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Colin Newman,
A Certain Ratio,
Wasted Youth,
The Fortunes,
Bob Dylan,
Bill Wells,
Roger Hodgson,
Scott Walker,
Stetsasonic,
Marc Almond,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Techniques,
the Germs,
Mission of Burma,
Newcleus,
Bronski Beat,
Monks,
Barbara Tucker,
Joyce Sims,
Erasure,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Busters,
The Monks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bootsy Collins,
Gregory Isaacs,
Aswad,
Yaz,
Chrome,
Mo-Dettes,
The Searchers,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.