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 Turkey and from Sao Paulo.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Sam Rivers to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Moby Grape,
Sarah Menescal,
Vladislav Delay,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Smoke,
Sight & Sound,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Black Pus,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
John Holt,
Bill Near,
The American Breed,
Eric Copeland,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Mojo Men,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Unrelated Segments,
Barbara Tucker,
Sällskapet,
Inner City,
Urselle,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Leonard Cohen,
Panda Bear,
L. Decosne,
Accadde A,
Harry Pussy,
Soft Cell,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Star Department,
The Standells,
The Moleskins,
Soft Machine,
The Selecter,
Absolute Body Control,
Maurizio,
Boredoms,
Freddie Wadling,
Eden Ahbez,
Sex Pistols,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bang On A Can,
John Coltrane,
The Trojans,
Pussy Galore,
Cybotron,
Slave,
Ludus,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Tim Buckley,
Quadrant,
The Last Poets,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Black Moon,
Michelle Simonal,
Mo-Dettes,
Erasure,
Blake Baxter,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.