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 Comoros and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 Minnie Riperton to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fatback Band,
Agitation Free,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Drive Like Jehu,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fugazi,
Swell Maps,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rekid,
Terrestrial Tones,
Joensuu 1685,
Deepchord,
The Smiths,
The Last Poets,
Young Marble Giants,
Camberwell Now,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bobby Byrd,
Joyce Sims,
Echospace,
Public Enemy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Theoretical Girls,
Infiniti,
Peter and Kerry,
Funky Four + One,
The Shadows of Knight,
KRS-One,
The Gladiators,
Robert Hood,
The Tremeloes,
Ituana,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Brick,
Letta Mbulu,
Albert Ayler,
The Gun Club,
The Happenings,
EPMD,
Bizarre Inc.,
OOIOO,
The Flesh Eaters,
Japan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lyres,
The Monochrome Set,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lakeside,
The Angels of Light,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Roy Ayers,
B.T. Express,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bill Wells,
Visage,
Section 25,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.