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 Indonesia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 mellotron 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 Ronnie Foster to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
The Leaves,
Qualms,
The Searchers,
Roy Ayers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sugar Minott,
Cameo,
Eric Dolphy,
Bang On A Can,
Aaron Thompson,
Crispian St. Peters,
Todd Rundgren,
Quando Quango,
The Music Machine,
Jacob Miller,
Can,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sandy B,
James White and The Blacks,
Wally Richardson,
The Gladiators,
Pantytec,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tomorrow,
Marine Girls,
Dennis Brown,
The Zeros,
Panda Bear,
Jacques Brel,
The Birthday Party,
John Coltrane,
Ronan,
DNA,
Tres Demented,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bill Wells,
Inner City,
The Sound,
The Techniques,
June of 44,
Electric Prunes,
Derrick Morgan,
Mandrill,
Rites of Spring,
Babytalk,
The Sonics,
Excepter,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Happenings,
Andrew Hill,
Robert Wyatt,
Ludus,
New York Dolls,
Patti Smith,
Neu!,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jerry's Kids,
Animal Collective,
Television,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.