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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Subhumans to the jazz 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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ken Boothe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Amon Düül II,
Crispy Ambulance,
June of 44,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
KRS-One,
Bluetip,
Rotary Connection,
Can,
Matthew Bourne,
Tommy Roe,
Skaos,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eden Ahbez,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Crooked Eye,
The Searchers,
Deakin,
Lebanon Hanover,
Howard Jones,
The Stooges,
Reuben Wilson,
Minnie Riperton,
Brand Nubian,
The Names,
The Last Poets,
Symarip,
Funkadelic,
Donald Byrd,
Tears for Fears,
Roger Hodgson,
Absolute Body Control,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Duran Duran,
Tom Boy,
Scientists,
Steve Hackett,
La Düsseldorf,
Surgeon,
Ten City,
Jeff Lynne,
Gabor Szabo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jeff Mills,
The Dave Clark Five,
Loose Ends,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Spoonie Gee,
Derrick Morgan,
The Misunderstood,
the Normal,
Scratch Acid,
Cheater Slicks,
Ossler,
Tres Demented,
Rekid,
Toni Rubio,
Desert Stars,
The Toasters,
B.T. Express,
Joe Smooth,
New York Dolls,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.