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 Iraq and from Woodstock.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Cybotron to the funk 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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Goldenarms,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Zero Boys,
Pantytec,
Half Japanese,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Chris Corsano,
Television,
Scrapy,
The Vogues,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Angels of Light,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Barry Ungar,
The Mummies,
Newcleus,
Joey Negro,
Jacques Brel,
John Coltrane,
Andrew Hill,
The Leaves,
Faraquet,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Quantec,
Lou Reed,
Icehouse,
Juan Atkins,
Pulsallama,
Fela Kuti,
The Real Kids,
The Standells,
Neu!,
Thee Headcoats,
Wolf Eyes,
Susan Cadogan,
The Toasters,
Boz Scaggs,
Qualms,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Khruangbin,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Birthday Party,
Danielle Patucci,
Robert Wyatt,
Nas,
cv313,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Smiths,
Peter & Gordon,
The United States of America,
The Sound,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Livin' Joy,
Royal Trux,
Reagan Youth,
Howard Jones,
The Martian,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.