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 Chad and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 rhodes 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Doors. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Circle Jerks,
The Neon Judgement,
Ohio Players,
Bootsy Collins,
Aaron Thompson,
Blancmange,
LL Cool J,
Lindisfarne,
Motorama,
Siglo XX,
Freddie Wadling,
Delta 5,
Matthew Halsall,
Mission of Burma,
Simply Red,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eve St. Jones,
Absolute Body Control,
The Shadows of Knight,
Deakin,
Yaz,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Amazonics,
Jacob Miller,
Magazine,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sonic Youth,
Sarah Menescal,
Swell Maps,
Chrome,
Avey Tare,
Rakim,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Duran Duran,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Suicide,
In Retrospect,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eric Copeland,
Sam Rivers,
Silicon Teens,
The Flesh Eaters,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pulsallama,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Chris & Cosey,
Panda Bear,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eden Ahbez,
Marc Almond,
Barclay James Harvest,
Dawn Penn,
Dead Boys,
Lebanon Hanover,
Alphaville,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rotary Connection,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Trojans,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Donald Byrd,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.