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 Canada and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Columbus.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Kinks to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
Neu!,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Erykah Badu,
AZ,
Technova,
Terry Callier,
Iggy Pop,
CMW,
Lucky Dragons,
Ronnie Foster,
Ultra Naté,
Blake Baxter,
Gichy Dan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Peter and Kerry,
The Misunderstood,
Sound Behaviour,
Interpol,
Graham Central Station,
E-Dancer,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Seeds,
Alice Coltrane,
kango's stein massive,
Deakin,
Qualms,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
EPMD,
The Busters,
L. Decosne,
The Sound,
Television,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ituana,
Can,
8 Eyed Spy,
Anakelly,
Ultimate Spinach,
Harry Pussy,
Theoretical Girls,
Isaac Hayes,
Minny Pops,
Eddi Front,
X-102,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gang Starr,
OOIOO,
Mars,
Half Japanese,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Simply Red,
Outsiders,
The Grass Roots,
Fear,
The Cowsills,
FM Einheit,
Audionom,
Zapp,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.