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 Bahamas and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 linndrum 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 Rosa Yemen to the electroclash 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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Qualms,
Erykah Badu,
Yellowson,
The Blackbyrds,
Isaac Hayes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Birthday Party,
Metal Thangz,
Nation of Ulysses,
New York Dolls,
The Mojo Men,
Leonard Cohen,
Wings,
Man Eating Sloth,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Litter,
Symarip,
D'Angelo,
Stetsasonic,
Gil Scott Heron,
Deakin,
Desert Stars,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Swans,
The J.B.'s,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Cramps,
Cameo,
Gastr Del Sol,
Stockholm Monsters,
Aloha Tigers,
The Five Americans,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Monks,
Nico,
The Raincoats,
Eden Ahbez,
Amon Düül,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Public Image Ltd.,
EPMD,
Pulsallama,
Roy Ayers,
Faraquet,
The Wake,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sound Behaviour,
Liliput,
The Pop Group,
Max Romeo,
Soul II Soul,
CMW,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Terry Callier,
Eric Copeland,
Boredoms,
Howard Jones,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.