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 Botswana 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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lagos.
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 clarinet 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 The Kinks to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ice-T,
Tom Boy,
The Residents,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sound Behaviour,
Kurtis Blow,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Janne Schatter,
L. Decosne,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fear,
Public Enemy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The New Christs,
Circle Jerks,
Warren Ellis,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dennis Brown,
Eden Ahbez,
Pet Shop Boys,
Q65,
Moby Grape,
Maurizio,
The Mummies,
The Pop Group,
Sonic Youth,
The Shadows of Knight,
Section 25,
kango's stein massive,
Model 500,
Outsiders,
Aloha Tigers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Amon Düül II,
Lindisfarne,
Sister Nancy,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Sonics,
Susan Cadogan,
James White and The Blacks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Essential Logic,
The Flesh Eaters,
Curtis Mayfield,
Unwound,
The Moleskins,
The Divine Comedy,
Roger Hodgson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Public Image Ltd.,
Urselle,
Crash Course in Science,
Ornette Coleman,
Basic Channel,
Iggy Pop,
Cheater Slicks,
Sandy B,
The Walker Brothers,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.