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 Swaziland and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 mellotron 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the electroclash 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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Blossom Toes,
The Saints,
Sight & Sound,
Eve St. Jones,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Don Cherry,
The Red Krayola,
Gil Scott Heron,
Harmonia,
Isaac Hayes,
Flamin' Groovies,
Symarip,
Jeff Mills,
Anthony Braxton,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Altered Images,
Sugar Minott,
the Bar-Kays,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Stooges,
Niagra,
Minnie Riperton,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Vogues,
Lalo Schifrin,
Supertramp,
8 Eyed Spy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Franke,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ronan,
Shoche,
The Real Kids,
The Cramps,
Au Pairs,
The Doobie Brothers,
Alton Ellis,
Fat Boys,
The Kinks,
Moebius,
The Fortunes,
Basic Channel,
Eric Copeland,
Barrington Levy,
Hashim,
Rites of Spring,
Kaleidoscope,
The Fire Engines,
Lakeside,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
10cc,
Thompson Twins,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Youth Brigade,
Spandau Ballet,
Kerrie Biddell,
Nirvana,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.