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 Serbia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 chamberlin 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 Lou Reed to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
The Moody Blues,
The Angels of Light,
New York Dolls,
Jawbox,
The Five Americans,
Davy DMX,
Agent Orange,
Fad Gadget,
Metal Thangz,
Judy Mowatt,
Ludus,
Fluxion,
FM Einheit,
The Names,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Wake,
Whodini,
James White and The Blacks,
The Red Krayola,
T. Rex,
The Fortunes,
Bootsy Collins,
Livin' Joy,
R.M.O.,
Althea and Donna,
Inner City,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Donald Byrd,
X-102,
Amazonics,
David Bowie,
Procol Harum,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Angry Samoans,
Bobby Sherman,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mo-Dettes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Amon Düül II,
Popol Vuh,
Monolake,
D'Angelo,
The Mummies,
Von Mondo,
The Beau Brummels,
The Star Department,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Suburban Knight,
the Sonics,
La Düsseldorf,
Derrick May,
Joy Division,
The Martian,
Soft Cell,
Minny Pops,
Schoolly D,
Tears for Fears,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.