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 Singapore and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 organ 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 Josef K to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity 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 theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Godley & Creme,
Ultra Naté,
Robert Hood,
Parry Music,
Wolf Eyes,
Agitation Free,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lee Hazlewood,
Donald Byrd,
Warsaw,
Dennis Brown,
Judy Mowatt,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Neon Judgement,
Marvin Gaye,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bad Manners,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Beau Brummels,
Camouflage,
Ken Boothe,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Black Dice,
Malaria!,
Jandek,
MDC,
Moby Grape,
Flipper,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Donny Hathaway,
Bobby Womack,
Max Romeo,
Youth Brigade,
Radiopuhelimet,
Section 25,
The Names,
Boz Scaggs,
Silicon Teens,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Joe Finger,
Stereo Dub,
The Angels of Light,
Anakelly,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Fugs,
Soft Cell,
Dead Boys,
John Lydon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Technova,
Ituana,
Ossler,
The Searchers,
Deadbeat,
Barclay James Harvest,
The New Christs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Slits,
Japan,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.