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 Iceland and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
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 Eve St. Jones to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Don Cherry,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ultra Naté,
James White and The Blacks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Kinks,
Interpol,
The Golliwogs,
Bootsy Collins,
Alice Coltrane,
The Tremeloes,
Yusef Lateef,
Depeche Mode,
The Angels of Light,
Fluxion,
World's Most,
Talk Talk,
Clear Light,
T. Rex,
The Associates,
Cheater Slicks,
Lower 48,
Max Romeo,
Judy Mowatt,
The Beau Brummels,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pole,
Scion,
The Moody Blues,
Moby Grape,
Rufus Thomas,
Ken Boothe,
Josef K,
Newcleus,
Cluster,
The Litter,
Boredoms,
the Swans,
Mad Mike,
Average White Band,
The Remains,
Joyce Sims,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Qualms,
Dorothy Ashby,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Von Mondo,
The Birthday Party,
D'Angelo,
Monolake,
Grauzone,
Stiv Bators,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Soft Cell,
The Searchers,
Mr. Review,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Sparks,
Youth Brigade,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.