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 Zimbabwe and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Lalann to the dance 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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
The Kinks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Amon Düül,
Barrington Levy,
John Lydon,
Tubeway Army,
Jeru the Damaja,
Harmonia,
Average White Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
X-101,
The Black Dice,
Maurizio,
Bobby Womack,
June of 44,
Symarip,
Los Fastidios,
The Real Kids,
Negative Approach,
Cameo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
David Axelrod,
Minor Threat,
Angry Samoans,
Terry Callier,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Byron Stingily,
Carl Craig,
Rod Modell,
Sandy B,
Lungfish,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gang Gang Dance,
Alton Ellis,
Henry Cow,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Talk Talk,
Tomorrow,
Mantronix,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Porter Ricks,
Chris & Cosey,
Easy Going,
Unwound,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Star Department,
Sight & Sound,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Zapp,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Outsiders,
The Fugs,
Crash Course in Science,
Subhumans,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
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.