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 Oman and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 F. McDonald to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Ossler,
Masters at Work,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Offenders,
Minor Threat,
The Fuzztones,
One Last Wish,
Quadrant,
Sarah Menescal,
Slave,
kango's stein massive,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Move,
KRS-One,
Theoretical Girls,
Don Cherry,
DJ Sneak,
The Flesh Eaters,
Procol Harum,
Flash Fearless,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Searchers,
In Retrospect,
Tubeway Army,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
MDC,
Fela Kuti,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Remains,
The Fire Engines,
Patti Smith,
Maurizio,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jeff Lynne,
Kool Moe Dee,
New Age Steppers,
Sister Nancy,
Laurel Aitken,
Vainqueur,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Susan Cadogan,
CMW,
Magma,
ABBA,
Barclay James Harvest,
Deadbeat,
The Wake,
Al Stewart,
Animal Collective,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ten City,
Ken Boothe,
the Association,
The Vogues,
Heaven 17,
Groovy Waters,
John Coltrane,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.