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 Eritrea and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 linndrum 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Intrusion,
Marmalade,
Mad Mike,
Robert Wyatt,
James White and The Blacks,
Fat Boys,
The Red Krayola,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tears for Fears,
Donny Hathaway,
Glenn Branca,
Cal Tjader,
Funky Four + One,
Tubeway Army,
Loose Ends,
Fela Kuti,
Steve Hackett,
Skriet,
Q65,
Sight & Sound,
Vladislav Delay,
PIL,
Slick Rick,
The Kinks,
Khruangbin,
Judy Mowatt,
The Dead C,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Nirvana,
Crash Course in Science,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
A Certain Ratio,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eric B and Rakim,
Country Teasers,
The Slackers,
Michelle Simonal,
David Axelrod,
The Martian,
China Crisis,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pussy Galore,
Los Fastidios,
Scientists,
Scrapy,
Excepter,
Pole,
10cc,
Rufus Thomas,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Five Americans,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Soul II Soul,
The Move,
F. McDonald,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Fania All-Stars,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.