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 Mauritania and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Tremeloes to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground 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?
Mad Mike,
Sugar Minott,
Q and Not U,
CMW,
Ponytail,
Idris Muhammad,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Crooked Eye,
Eric Copeland,
Roxette,
Carl Craig,
Monolake,
Royal Trux,
Kaleidoscope,
Anthony Braxton,
The Kinks,
Patti Smith,
Livin' Joy,
Matthew Bourne,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ludus,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Josef K,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
China Crisis,
Ronnie Foster,
Slave,
Vladislav Delay,
Faust,
The Happenings,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Maurizio,
Make Up,
Dead Boys,
Tears for Fears,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Durutti Column,
R.M.O.,
The Human League,
Leonard Cohen,
Lightning Bolt,
Ohio Players,
Infiniti,
Kerri Chandler,
Nils Olav,
DJ Style,
Silicon Teens,
The Monks,
Theoretical Girls,
Dennis Brown,
The Beau Brummels,
Jerry's Kids,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kool Moe Dee,
Moebius,
Wings,
Scientists,
The Busters,
Alice Coltrane,
Gang Green,
Scratch Acid,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.