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 Syria and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Kinks to the jazz 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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
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,
The Smoke,
Smog,
8 Eyed Spy,
Neil Young,
Roxette,
Soulsonic Force,
Tommy Roe,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Victims,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Albert Ayler,
Moebius,
The Mojo Men,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Durutti Column,
Aaron Thompson,
The Move,
Circle Jerks,
Aswad,
Ornette Coleman,
F. McDonald,
Dennis Brown,
Drexciya,
The Mummies,
The J.B.'s,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Joensuu 1685,
Guru Guru,
Intrusion,
Bang On A Can,
New Age Steppers,
Sun City Girls,
Freddie Wadling,
Ralphi Rosario,
Au Pairs,
The Skatalites,
OOIOO,
Bizarre Inc.,
Yusef Lateef,
Soul Sonic Force,
Grandmaster Flash,
Marshall Jefferson,
Section 25,
One Last Wish,
Massinfluence,
Lightning Bolt,
These Immortal Souls,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Last Poets,
The Walker Brothers,
Oneida,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Piero Umiliani,
Pere Ubu,
Lebanon Hanover,
Organ,
Qualms,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Music Machine,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Moss Icon,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.