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 Botswana and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the sitar 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 The United States of America to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
Bootsy Collins,
Albert Ayler,
Moss Icon,
Parry Music,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Funkadelic,
D'Angelo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ice-T,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Leaves,
Black Bananas,
Hasil Adkins,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Human League,
Todd Rundgren,
Jawbox,
Con Funk Shun,
Lalann,
Masters at Work,
Monolake,
Tom Boy,
Fela Kuti,
Television,
Bang On A Can,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
KRS-One,
Boredoms,
China Crisis,
Janne Schatter,
Howard Jones,
This Heat,
Lungfish,
Bizarre Inc.,
John Holt,
Roxette,
Skriet,
Pussy Galore,
Popol Vuh,
Panda Bear,
Brand Nubian,
The Names,
Freddie Wadling,
Scrapy,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Slits,
Cecil Taylor,
48th St. Collective,
Grauzone,
Funky Four + One,
Absolute Body Control,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Residents,
The Wake,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Shadows of Knight,
Hashim,
Peter and Kerry,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
H. Thieme,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.