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 Singapore and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 A Certain Ratio to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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?
Crooked Eye,
Stereo Dub,
Interpol,
John Lydon,
Graham Central Station,
Fatback Band,
AZ,
Derrick May,
Roger Hodgson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sonny Sharrock,
Roxette,
Danielle Patucci,
The Stooges,
The J.B.'s,
the Fania All-Stars,
Quando Quango,
Dark Day,
The Monochrome Set,
Ornette Coleman,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
These Immortal Souls,
Stetsasonic,
Hot Snakes,
LL Cool J,
Talk Talk,
Albert Ayler,
Niagra,
Skarface,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Soul II Soul,
the Human League,
Wolf Eyes,
Sparks,
B.T. Express,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
MC5,
Harmonia,
Ludus,
Blake Baxter,
Lou Reed,
The Shadows of Knight,
Minor Threat,
Chris Corsano,
Dennis Brown,
Deakin,
The Litter,
Kayak,
Crispian St. Peters,
Althea and Donna,
David Bowie,
Toni Rubio,
Das Ding,
The Smiths,
Hasil Adkins,
The Seeds,
Pagans,
The Fortunes,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.