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 Djibouti and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 güiro 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 Kool Moe Dee to the rock 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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Litter,
Pagans,
Camberwell Now,
The Durutti Column,
Robert Hood,
Ituana,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Names,
Nico,
The Skatalites,
Kayak,
Sun City Girls,
Cal Tjader,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Gories,
The Doobie Brothers,
Interpol,
Ten City,
John Lydon,
Jesper Dahlback,
Erykah Badu,
Sight & Sound,
Arcadia,
The Slackers,
Colin Newman,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Andrew Hill,
Gabor Szabo,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lucky Dragons,
The Grass Roots,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Todd Terry,
Minor Threat,
Cheater Slicks,
New Age Steppers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bill Wells,
The Selecter,
Eve St. Jones,
Mo-Dettes,
EPMD,
the Fania All-Stars,
Davy DMX,
Minutemen,
OOIOO,
The Monks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Tres Demented,
Jawbox,
Scion,
Agent Orange,
Monolake,
Stetsasonic,
John Holt,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Alphaville,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.