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 Liechtenstein and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 clarinet 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 Lou Reed to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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?
Drexciya,
Japan,
Neil Young,
Television,
Charles Mingus,
Essential Logic,
Robert Görl,
Freddie Wadling,
Banda Bassotti,
Skaos,
CMW,
Al Stewart,
Yusef Lateef,
The Dirtbombs,
Robert Hood,
Leonard Cohen,
T. Rex,
Graham Central Station,
The Star Department,
Soul Sonic Force,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Golliwogs,
Bill Wells,
The Walker Brothers,
Sam Rivers,
Kayak,
These Immortal Souls,
Robert Wyatt,
Scion,
Pagans,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Connie Case,
Black Pus,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Red Krayola,
Dawn Penn,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Colin Newman,
The Electric Prunes,
Alice Coltrane,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Y Pants,
Don Cherry,
Black Sheep,
Suicide,
Jeff Lynne,
Inner City,
Delta 5,
Steve Hackett,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bluetip,
The Standells,
Electric Prunes,
Kevin Saunderson,
ABBA,
Adolescents,
The Names,
Crime,
Lightning Bolt,
Arcadia,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.