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 Costa Rica and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 arpeggiator 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 Aswad to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Whodini,
Buzzcocks,
Television,
Silicon Teens,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Techniques,
Ultra Naté,
The Slits,
Eric B and Rakim,
Letta Mbulu,
Ossler,
The Fortunes,
Subhumans,
Los Fastidios,
John Coltrane,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ornette Coleman,
David Bowie,
The Doobie Brothers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Crooked Eye,
The Toasters,
Terry Callier,
Lightning Bolt,
Janne Schatter,
Unrelated Segments,
Main Source,
Make Up,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
DJ Sneak,
Ten City,
Jacques Brel,
Maleditus Sound,
Section 25,
Judy Mowatt,
Skarface,
Scan 7,
Nik Kershaw,
Archie Shepp,
The Pretty Things,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ronan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Residents,
Wasted Youth,
Lucky Dragons,
Circle Jerks,
June of 44,
Deakin,
Shoche,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ponytail,
Joe Finger,
Tubeway Army,
Schoolly D,
New Order,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.