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 Argentina and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the sitar 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 Boz Scaggs to the grunge 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 The Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sällskapet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
Gong,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Human League,
Wings,
Au Pairs,
Sam Rivers,
Lou Reed,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Moleskins,
Pantytec,
One Last Wish,
Toni Rubio,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Young Rascals,
Robert Görl,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jeff Mills,
10cc,
Eden Ahbez,
Banda Bassotti,
The Blues Magoos,
Suicide,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Gun Club,
John Cale,
Gang Gang Dance,
cv313,
Stiv Bators,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rekid,
a-ha,
Radio Birdman,
Arab on Radar,
The Alarm Clocks,
Qualms,
Spandau Ballet,
Stereo Dub,
The United States of America,
Terry Callier,
Whodini,
Sun Ra,
The Monochrome Set,
Bill Near,
Barclay James Harvest,
Derrick May,
Monks,
Reuben Wilson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Joyce Sims,
Bobby Byrd,
Funky Four + One,
China Crisis,
Pantaleimon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Buzzcocks,
The Grass Roots,
Barrington Levy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Thee Headcoats,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.