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 Israel and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Michael McDonald 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 Pharoah Sanders 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 The Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Terry Callier,
Tom Boy,
New York Dolls,
Kool Moe Dee,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
KRS-One,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Traffic Nightmare,
Con Funk Shun,
Bang On A Can,
Lungfish,
AZ,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Hasil Adkins,
the Normal,
Joey Negro,
Chris & Cosey,
Gong,
Zapp,
The Martian,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Y Pants,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Motorama,
Drexciya,
Jerry's Kids,
Visage,
Flash Fearless,
Sandy B,
Janne Schatter,
Flipper,
The Mummies,
Eurythmics,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ronan,
One Last Wish,
Peter and Kerry,
Angry Samoans,
MDC,
Yazoo,
Average White Band,
Los Fastidios,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mark Hollis,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Joe Finger,
Hoover,
DJ Sneak,
Quantec,
The Index,
Leonard Cohen,
Sister Nancy,
Pierre Henry,
Cheater Slicks,
Sparks,
Letta Mbulu,
The Associates,
Kerri Chandler,
The Pop Group,
The Buckinghams,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.