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 Ghana and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 oboe 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 Max Romeo to the electroclash 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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Kurtis Blow,
Robert Görl,
Piero Umiliani,
Dark Day,
Can,
The Slits,
Ken Boothe,
Crispian St. Peters,
Alton Ellis,
Half Japanese,
Average White Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Yusef Lateef,
Sonny Sharrock,
Freddie Wadling,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lee Hazlewood,
Barry Ungar,
Idris Muhammad,
Curtis Mayfield,
Alphaville,
Royal Trux,
The Fall,
Swans,
Peter and Kerry,
Agitation Free,
June Days,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Delta 5,
Public Enemy,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Moody Blues,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Red Krayola,
Aaron Thompson,
The Happenings,
Flipper,
World's Most,
Livin' Joy,
Erykah Badu,
Lou Reed,
Unwound,
CMW,
Amazonics,
Talk Talk,
Boogie Down Productions,
Niagra,
Michelle Simonal,
Ossler,
The Flesh Eaters,
Radiohead,
Yazoo,
Tres Demented,
Hasil Adkins,
DJ Sneak,
Stetsasonic,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Leaves,
Graham Central Station,
Yaz,
The Move,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.