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 New Zealand and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 spring reverb 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines 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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
CMW,
Wasted Youth,
Colin Newman,
Whodini,
Ultra Naté,
The Mojo Men,
The Flesh Eaters,
Curtis Mayfield,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fugazi,
The Doors,
The Techniques,
Kurtis Blow,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Black Dice,
Yusef Lateef,
Can,
One Last Wish,
Donny Hathaway,
Isaac Hayes,
Depeche Mode,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mark Hollis,
Sonic Youth,
Sister Nancy,
Model 500,
Groovy Waters,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Grass Roots,
Swell Maps,
The Mummies,
Nico,
AZ,
The Birthday Party,
Procol Harum,
The Cowsills,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Gun Club,
Pulsallama,
Ohio Players,
Desert Stars,
DNA,
Wings,
the Soft Cell,
Animal Collective,
Dead Boys,
T. Rex,
Brand Nubian,
World's Most,
The Monks,
Ten City,
Gang of Four,
June of 44,
Boz Scaggs,
Don Cherry,
Radio Birdman,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Davy DMX,
Kayak,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.