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 Nauru and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the rock 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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
Magazine,
Japan,
Fluxion,
Motorama,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pere Ubu,
Fatback Band,
Dawn Penn,
kango's stein massive,
The Monks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Half Japanese,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eve St. Jones,
The Blackbyrds,
The Slackers,
Fat Boys,
Camberwell Now,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rites of Spring,
the Sonics,
Graham Central Station,
Byron Stingily,
Yellowson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Godley & Creme,
Bad Manners,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sun City Girls,
Von Mondo,
Althea and Donna,
Brothers Johnson,
Siglo XX,
Cheater Slicks,
The Detroit Cobras,
The United States of America,
Lakeside,
Masters at Work,
Crispian St. Peters,
New Age Steppers,
Faraquet,
The Cowsills,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
John Holt,
Lalann,
Easy Going,
Junior Murvin,
Angry Samoans,
Warren Ellis,
Fifty Foot Hose,
H. Thieme,
Ultravox,
Cecil Taylor,
Johnny Clarke,
Tears for Fears,
U.S. Maple,
Howard Jones,
Circle Jerks,
The Leaves,
Wally Richardson,
The Cure,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.