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 Nigeria and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 John Coltrane to the grunge 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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Spandau Ballet,
Suicide,
The Move,
the Association,
Curtis Mayfield,
Crispy Ambulance,
Surgeon,
Tim Buckley,
Negative Approach,
The Trojans,
Clear Light,
Young Marble Giants,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gastr Del Sol,
Boz Scaggs,
Thompson Twins,
The Wake,
Mars,
Half Japanese,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Joy Division,
Mission of Burma,
Bobby Sherman,
Circle Jerks,
Nils Olav,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ultra Naté,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jimmy McGriff,
Dead Boys,
Robert Hood,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Martian,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Stiv Bators,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Wasted Youth,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Chris Corsano,
The Modern Lovers,
One Last Wish,
Sugar Minott,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Monochrome Set,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Fortunes,
Pulsallama,
Wolf Eyes,
Loose Ends,
Minutemen,
Visage,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rotary Connection,
Pierre Henry,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
OOIOO,
Marine Girls,
The Divine Comedy,
Camouflage,
The Vogues,
Byron Stingily,
Mandrill,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.