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 Venezuela and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Paris.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
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 American Breed to the funk 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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Max Romeo,
Das Ding,
Panda Bear,
Oneida,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Aswad,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Aloha Tigers,
Au Pairs,
Fluxion,
cv313,
Soul II Soul,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ronnie Foster,
Althea and Donna,
Iggy Pop,
Harry Pussy,
Bob Dylan,
The Buckinghams,
EPMD,
Bobby Womack,
Big Daddy Kane,
Echospace,
Sight & Sound,
Mark Hollis,
Angry Samoans,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Robert Hood,
Rod Modell,
Soft Cell,
Easy Going,
Boz Scaggs,
Sällskapet,
Symarip,
These Immortal Souls,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Monochrome Set,
The Names,
Arab on Radar,
Ossler,
Circle Jerks,
LL Cool J,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Barclay James Harvest,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Minutemen,
Agent Orange,
Ohio Players,
48th St. Collective,
The Durutti Column,
X-Ray Spex,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Don Cherry,
Animal Collective,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Fugs,
Nik Kershaw,
The Music Machine,
Crooked Eye,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.