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 Rwanda and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Agent Orange to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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?
Boz Scaggs,
Sparks,
F. McDonald,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Barclay James Harvest,
Royal Trux,
The Modern Lovers,
Inner City,
Maurizio,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Porter Ricks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bob Dylan,
The Barracudas,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
John Foxx,
Lyres,
Suicide,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Girls At Our Best!,
Prince Buster,
The Sonics,
Youth Brigade,
Oneida,
Minnie Riperton,
Susan Cadogan,
48th St. Collective,
Khruangbin,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Johnny Osbourne,
Dennis Brown,
Ludus,
The Gladiators,
Robert Görl,
Smog,
The Monochrome Set,
Pere Ubu,
The Count Five,
Harmonia,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jacob Miller,
The Music Machine,
Animal Collective,
Brick,
The Names,
Black Bananas,
Sugar Minott,
Sun City Girls,
Massinfluence,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Albert Ayler,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Tim Buckley,
Stetsasonic,
Rhythm & Sound,
cv313,
Hashim,
Section 25,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.