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 Bahrain and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 guitar 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 Loose Ends to the funk 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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Fatback Band,
Masters at Work,
Bronski Beat,
D'Angelo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Human League,
Kurtis Blow,
John Cale,
Dorothy Ashby,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Stetsasonic,
Sexual Harrassment,
a-ha,
Unwound,
Leonard Cohen,
Cluster,
Juan Atkins,
Gang of Four,
Dave Gahan,
Glenn Branca,
The Golliwogs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Aaron Thompson,
Soft Machine,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Loose Ends,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Vainqueur,
Ronan,
Interpol,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Electric Prunes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bang On A Can,
Tim Buckley,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pagans,
Robert Hood,
Amazonics,
LL Cool J,
Jacob Miller,
Visage,
The Neon Judgement,
Suicide,
Con Funk Shun,
Panda Bear,
48th St. Collective,
Cecil Taylor,
Nils Olav,
Q65,
Joe Smooth,
Robert Wyatt,
UT,
Mission of Burma,
Underground Resistance,
Susan Cadogan,
Grandmaster Flash,
Talk Talk,
Accadde A,
Magazine,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ohio Players,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.