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 Malaysia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 mellotron 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
The Offenders,
Au Pairs,
Prince Buster,
Pierre Henry,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Cramps,
Nas,
John Foxx,
Gregory Isaacs,
Hoover,
Skaos,
Reagan Youth,
The Busters,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Brass Construction,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Andrew Hill,
Archie Shepp,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mark Hollis,
Stiv Bators,
Tres Demented,
Letta Mbulu,
The Grass Roots,
Cluster,
Magazine,
Masters at Work,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Dual Sessions,
Ponytail,
The Beau Brummels,
The Golliwogs,
Todd Rundgren,
Popol Vuh,
These Immortal Souls,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bush Tetras,
Interpol,
The Gun Club,
Malaria!,
Minor Threat,
David Axelrod,
Porter Ricks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Boredoms,
Skriet,
Von Mondo,
Gastr Del Sol,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Depeche Mode,
Supertramp,
Cecil Taylor,
Barclay James Harvest,
Steve Hackett,
CMW,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Todd Terry,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sarah Menescal,
Howard Jones,
JFA,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.