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 Zambia and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 David Bowie 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the grime 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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Goldenarms,
Rites of Spring,
Pharoah Sanders,
Panda Bear,
Lucky Dragons,
The Selecter,
Arcadia,
Zapp,
Godley & Creme,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Guru Guru,
Chris Corsano,
AZ,
Young Marble Giants,
Lee Hazlewood,
Robert Hood,
Scion,
Althea and Donna,
Popol Vuh,
The Human League,
Cluster,
The New Christs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Aswad,
Yellowson,
the Fania All-Stars,
Angry Samoans,
Surgeon,
Alphaville,
EPMD,
The Martian,
The Remains,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Stiv Bators,
Johnny Osbourne,
Dark Day,
Terry Callier,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Slackers,
Intrusion,
Fela Kuti,
Jeff Mills,
The Gories,
Rod Modell,
Lebanon Hanover,
Brothers Johnson,
Marmalade,
Soft Machine,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Neon Judgement,
Lindisfarne,
The Pretty Things,
Dawn Penn,
Todd Terry,
Sixth Finger,
Reagan Youth,
Niagra,
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.