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 Vietnam and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 the Swans 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Outsiders,
Dual Sessions,
Young Marble Giants,
Eddi Front,
Niagra,
Davy DMX,
The Dead C,
The Cowsills,
James Chance & The Contortions,
U.S. Maple,
Royal Trux,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
PIL,
Model 500,
D'Angelo,
Hasil Adkins,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Monochrome Set,
The Flesh Eaters,
Soulsonic Force,
Sight & Sound,
The Slits,
David Axelrod,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lightning Bolt,
Make Up,
L. Decosne,
Silicon Teens,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Deadbeat,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lower 48,
Scratch Acid,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Banda Bassotti,
Eve St. Jones,
Spandau Ballet,
Blossom Toes,
Porter Ricks,
Lou Christie,
F. McDonald,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Minor Threat,
Supertramp,
The Blackbyrds,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gong,
Television,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eli Mardock,
Wally Richardson,
David McCallum,
The Pop Group,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Josef K,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.