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 Angola and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Lee Hazlewood to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Victims. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Gong,
Crooked Eye,
EPMD,
June of 44,
Animal Collective,
Brass Construction,
The Detroit Cobras,
Skaos,
Lakeside,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jeru the Damaja,
Blossom Toes,
Eddi Front,
Eric Copeland,
The Angels of Light,
Jimmy McGriff,
Big Daddy Kane,
L. Decosne,
Max Romeo,
Kayak,
Organ,
The Cramps,
Heaven 17,
Black Moon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Public Enemy,
Neu!,
Saccharine Trust,
Fear,
Dennis Brown,
Leonard Cohen,
Glambeats Corp.,
MC5,
Royal Trux,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Durutti Column,
Gil Scott Heron,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Grandmaster Flash,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ice-T,
Jerry's Kids,
Scan 7,
Babytalk,
JFA,
Josef K,
Smog,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Byron Stingily,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Slits,
Deepchord,
X-Ray Spex,
10cc,
Trumans Water,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sällskapet,
Technova,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.