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 Burundi and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 organ 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 Eddi Front to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Tubeway Army,
Dennis Brown,
Isaac Hayes,
Niagra,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Crash Course in Science,
Peter & Gordon,
R.M.O.,
Tres Demented,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lindisfarne,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Scion,
The Monks,
Intrusion,
Peter and Kerry,
Vainqueur,
Lungfish,
Mark Hollis,
Skarface,
Black Moon,
Youth Brigade,
Harpers Bizarre,
T.S.O.L.,
Yusef Lateef,
The Saints,
Camouflage,
Eden Ahbez,
Khruangbin,
Soul Sonic Force,
Surgeon,
The Slackers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pulsallama,
Kaleidoscope,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Funky Four + One,
Max Romeo,
UT,
The Barracudas,
Massinfluence,
Kayak,
Patti Smith,
Maurizio,
Robert Hood,
The Blues Magoos,
Boredoms,
Section 25,
the Soft Cell,
Aloha Tigers,
The Sonics,
The Mummies,
Roy Ayers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Suicide,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Agent Orange,
The Leaves,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.