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 Nicaragua and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 güiro 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 Second Layer to the grime 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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Procol Harum,
Colin Newman,
PIL,
Anthony Braxton,
Josef K,
Black Pus,
Quantec,
The Doobie Brothers,
Letta Mbulu,
The Index,
Hashim,
Albert Ayler,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Faust,
Smog,
Rakim,
Banda Bassotti,
Simply Red,
Bauhaus,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gang Starr,
Main Source,
The Remains,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Amazonics,
Accadde A,
Delon & Dalcan,
Swans,
The Fire Engines,
Japan,
Yazoo,
Sonny Sharrock,
Godley & Creme,
The Moleskins,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Steve Hackett,
Wally Richardson,
Tim Buckley,
Minor Threat,
The Sonics,
Todd Terry,
Bronski Beat,
Warsaw,
Moby Grape,
New York Dolls,
Lyres,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Roy Ayers,
Dual Sessions,
Eve St. Jones,
Matthew Bourne,
the Germs,
Dawn Penn,
Funkadelic,
Youth Brigade,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
New Order,
Isaac Hayes,
Television Personalities,
Slick Rick,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Swell Maps,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.