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 Namibia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Angry Samoans to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Lindisfarne,
China Crisis,
Sonny Sharrock,
Barrington Levy,
Ossler,
Lucky Dragons,
Ornette Coleman,
Half Japanese,
Maurizio,
the Human League,
The United States of America,
The Busters,
Man Eating Sloth,
Matthew Halsall,
Grey Daturas,
Supertramp,
Fluxion,
Crime,
U.S. Maple,
Yusef Lateef,
Lou Christie,
Prince Buster,
Main Source,
Can,
Black Bananas,
Drexciya,
kango's stein massive,
Grauzone,
Arthur Verocai,
Joensuu 1685,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Steve Hackett,
The Kinks,
the Slits,
Fugazi,
Sonic Youth,
The Standells,
Rotary Connection,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Freddie Wadling,
DJ Style,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Country Teasers,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Shadows of Knight,
Curtis Mayfield,
Glenn Branca,
The Motions,
Althea and Donna,
Electric Prunes,
The Wake,
Unwound,
Suicide,
Accadde A,
Oneida,
The Stooges,
The Mummies,
Monks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
World's Most,
The Doors,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.