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 Zambia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bremen.
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 güiro 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 Leonard Cohen to the electroclash 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Steve Hackett,
Reuben Wilson,
David McCallum,
The Moody Blues,
Radio Birdman,
The Offenders,
Chris Corsano,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lou Christie,
The Seeds,
Jacob Miller,
Yazoo,
Aswad,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Leonard Cohen,
The Gories,
Minny Pops,
Peter and Kerry,
Janne Schatter,
Negative Approach,
DJ Style,
Mandrill,
Jerry's Kids,
World's Most,
the Normal,
Porter Ricks,
The Skatalites,
John Lydon,
Soft Cell,
Y Pants,
Mo-Dettes,
Marc Almond,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fela Kuti,
Swans,
Camouflage,
Dorothy Ashby,
kango's stein massive,
The Fortunes,
Ossler,
Bronski Beat,
The Doobie Brothers,
Amazonics,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Gap Band,
Godley & Creme,
Piero Umiliani,
The Evens,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mark Hollis,
Scion,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eric Copeland,
Agitation Free,
Wings,
Lightning Bolt,
Pierre Henry,
This Heat,
In Retrospect,
Joe Finger,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.