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 Kiribati 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 Seoul and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 In Retrospect to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
John Foxx,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The United States of America,
Main Source,
Model 500,
Subhumans,
Rufus Thomas,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sexual Harrassment,
Marine Girls,
Jacques Brel,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Electric Prunes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
cv313,
Funky Four + One,
Janne Schatter,
Al Stewart,
Minutemen,
DJ Style,
The Index,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bang On A Can,
Ronnie Foster,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
L. Decosne,
Leonard Cohen,
Slick Rick,
Soft Cell,
La Düsseldorf,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Procol Harum,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bush Tetras,
Donny Hathaway,
Rosa Yemen,
the Human League,
Scott Walker,
Fat Boys,
Hasil Adkins,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Victims,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Simply Red,
Agent Orange,
Bronski Beat,
Gang of Four,
Zapp,
Erykah Badu,
Mr. Review,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Gladiators,
Porter Ricks,
Reuben Wilson,
David McCallum,
Howard Jones,
Surgeon,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.