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 Oman and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Edmonton.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Brothers Johnson to the rock 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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Dennis Brown,
T. Rex,
kango's stein massive,
The Zeros,
Cheater Slicks,
Ultimate Spinach,
June Days,
Lucky Dragons,
Clear Light,
Bang On A Can,
The Doors,
Todd Terry,
Junior Murvin,
Nils Olav,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Radio Birdman,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Danielle Patucci,
The Mummies,
Blancmange,
Rhythm & Sound,
Alison Limerick,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sound Behaviour,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Faraquet,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eric B and Rakim,
Niagra,
The Star Department,
CMW,
Graham Central Station,
Godley & Creme,
Kool Moe Dee,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
John Coltrane,
Ronnie Foster,
Man Parrish,
Bill Wells,
The Smoke,
The Beau Brummels,
Radiohead,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Residents,
The Monochrome Set,
Banda Bassotti,
David Axelrod,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Girls At Our Best!,
Y Pants,
Alice Coltrane,
China Crisis,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Los Fastidios,
Television Personalities,
The Fugs,
Mandrill,
Intrusion,
The Techniques,
Reuben Wilson,
Ten City,
Supertramp,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.