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 Angola and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sonic Youth to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
K-Klass,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sparks,
Max Romeo,
Zapp,
Yazoo,
James White and The Blacks,
Q65,
Avey Tare,
PIL,
Nick Fraelich,
Donald Byrd,
Grey Daturas,
John Cale,
Con Funk Shun,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Cure,
Crime,
Eve St. Jones,
Tubeway Army,
Danielle Patucci,
Crooked Eye,
Sällskapet,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Godley & Creme,
Prince Buster,
Rapeman,
MC5,
Rod Modell,
Bang On A Can,
Chris & Cosey,
Jacob Miller,
The Angels of Light,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sister Nancy,
Brand Nubian,
KRS-One,
Tropical Tobacco,
Alphaville,
Roy Ayers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Warsaw,
Ultimate Spinach,
Silicon Teens,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Fugs,
Tres Demented,
Nik Kershaw,
Harmonia,
Cameo,
Delta 5,
Scott Walker,
Quadrant,
Supertramp,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jeff Lynne,
Lower 48,
Boz Scaggs,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.