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 Korea South and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tokyo.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Donald Byrd to the rap 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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse 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 a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Yazoo,
Lightning Bolt,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Shuggie Otis,
Newcleus,
Funkadelic,
Sarah Menescal,
Visage,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kaleidoscope,
Deakin,
Malaria!,
Scrapy,
Warren Ellis,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Don Cherry,
Boz Scaggs,
Erasure,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bronski Beat,
The Monks,
The Skatalites,
Max Romeo,
The Techniques,
Peter and Kerry,
Lindisfarne,
Reagan Youth,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rhythm & Sound,
Frankie Knuckles,
Chrome,
The Velvet Underground,
Tomorrow,
Magazine,
The Mojo Men,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bad Manners,
June Days,
Hashim,
Youth Brigade,
Harpers Bizarre,
Brick,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gang of Four,
Wasted Youth,
Bill Near,
Bobby Womack,
Bootsy Collins,
Carl Craig,
The J.B.'s,
The Selecter,
Accadde A,
Eli Mardock,
The Searchers,
The Motions,
Junior Murvin,
The Music Machine,
K-Klass,
Skaos,
Schoolly D,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.