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 Algeria and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 Cairo and Hong Kong.
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 spring reverb 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 Aural Exciters to the grunge 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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Eddi Front,
Lucky Dragons,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Max Romeo,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pagans,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Leaves,
Banda Bassotti,
Main Source,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Urselle,
ABBA,
X-Ray Spex,
Chris Corsano,
Mr. Review,
Isaac Hayes,
Loose Ends,
The Divine Comedy,
Barrington Levy,
The Searchers,
Al Stewart,
Dawn Penn,
Arthur Verocai,
Ten City,
Lakeside,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Gladiators,
Country Teasers,
Minnie Riperton,
Dual Sessions,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Man Eating Sloth,
Donny Hathaway,
Kenny Larkin,
10cc,
Grauzone,
Alison Limerick,
Echospace,
Chrome,
Rod Modell,
The Stooges,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Brand Nubian,
Zapp,
Avey Tare,
Nas,
Alphaville,
Y Pants,
The Invisible,
The Birthday Party,
The Names,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lungfish,
The Human League,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fluxion,
Robert Wyatt,
Reuben Wilson,
a-ha,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.