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 Suriname and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 One Last Wish to the punk 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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Charles Mingus,
Sam Rivers,
Vladislav Delay,
Dorothy Ashby,
Flipper,
The Associates,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Vogues,
Kenny Larkin,
Lou Christie,
Juan Atkins,
The Beau Brummels,
Nation of Ulysses,
Section 25,
Camberwell Now,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eric Copeland,
Barrington Levy,
Derrick May,
Scan 7,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Litter,
the Fania All-Stars,
Reagan Youth,
Kaleidoscope,
Adolescents,
Aswad,
Sonic Youth,
The Neon Judgement,
Kevin Saunderson,
Organ,
Little Man,
Infiniti,
F. McDonald,
Sonny Sharrock,
Vainqueur,
Nik Kershaw,
Oneida,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Standells,
Marc Almond,
Ken Boothe,
Rites of Spring,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Main Source,
The Residents,
Faust,
The Gun Club,
Delta 5,
Graham Central Station,
Eric B and Rakim,
Spoonie Gee,
Scientists,
Accadde A,
Sällskapet,
a-ha,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Talk Talk,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Count Five,
Bluetip,
The Music Machine,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.