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 Ivory Coast and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 oboe 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 8 Eyed Spy to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Wasted Youth,
Max Romeo,
The Misunderstood,
The Zeros,
Quantec,
Aswad,
Todd Rundgren,
The Pretty Things,
Bob Dylan,
T. Rex,
X-101,
Deepchord,
The Offenders,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Yellowson,
Mantronix,
Pharoah Sanders,
Groovy Waters,
The Gun Club,
Young Marble Giants,
Sex Pistols,
The Black Dice,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rosa Yemen,
The Alarm Clocks,
Patti Smith,
Bluetip,
R.M.O.,
Tommy Roe,
Cal Tjader,
Adolescents,
Iggy Pop,
Joy Division,
Jandek,
Ultravox,
The Toasters,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Suicide,
the Germs,
Nation of Ulysses,
Scion,
David Axelrod,
Piero Umiliani,
KRS-One,
The Smiths,
Joe Finger,
Kaleidoscope,
Bad Manners,
Anakelly,
Parry Music,
Lou Reed,
Eric Dolphy,
Trumans Water,
Nas,
The Electric Prunes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Model 500,
Robert Görl,
Faraquet,
Anthony Braxton,
Kayak,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.