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 Thailand and from Manila.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 spring reverb 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 Leonard Cohen to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
Skarface,
Sam Rivers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Prince Buster,
Man Eating Sloth,
Freddie Wadling,
Dead Boys,
L. Decosne,
Amon Düül II,
The Standells,
Goldenarms,
Glenn Branca,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Cymande,
Barrington Levy,
Drexciya,
Roy Ayers,
The Pop Group,
Absolute Body Control,
Scientists,
Drive Like Jehu,
Moss Icon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Cecil Taylor,
Dorothy Ashby,
Todd Terry,
Gang Green,
JFA,
Brothers Johnson,
Rakim,
Parry Music,
MC5,
Section 25,
Patti Smith,
Sun City Girls,
Bobby Womack,
Sarah Menescal,
Dark Day,
The Barracudas,
The Neon Judgement,
Lou Christie,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fugazi,
Pantytec,
Babytalk,
Nils Olav,
The Walker Brothers,
Connie Case,
The Angels of Light,
Mary Jane Girls,
Black Moon,
Lou Reed,
Steve Hackett,
Crash Course in Science,
Nirvana,
Angry Samoans,
This Heat,
Gong,
The Smiths,
Moby Grape,
the Sonics,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.