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 Bhutan and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 snare 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 Section 25 to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans 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 an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Fluxion,
Mandrill,
the Sonics,
Monks,
Nas,
Tom Boy,
Banda Bassotti,
Bill Near,
Lucky Dragons,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Young Rascals,
Brand Nubian,
Kas Product,
David McCallum,
David Axelrod,
Aural Exciters,
Icehouse,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sparks,
Ronan,
Porter Ricks,
New Age Steppers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mission of Burma,
Unwound,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bush Tetras,
The Motions,
Terrestrial Tones,
Robert Wyatt,
Albert Ayler,
June Days,
Swell Maps,
Smog,
Mr. Review,
Joe Finger,
Kerri Chandler,
The Fire Engines,
Metal Thangz,
Sun City Girls,
Accadde A,
Liliput,
Scientists,
Cheater Slicks,
The Birthday Party,
Television,
The Music Machine,
The Toasters,
Gerry Rafferty,
Susan Cadogan,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Standells,
Stockholm Monsters,
Das Ding,
Fat Boys,
Rosa Yemen,
Crooked Eye,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.