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 Germany and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the organ 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 The Doobie Brothers to the disco 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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
The Electric Prunes,
Royal Trux,
Oneida,
Popol Vuh,
Young Marble Giants,
Guru Guru,
Rakim,
Sister Nancy,
Bootsy Collins,
Crispian St. Peters,
Smog,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Roxette,
Hashim,
Wally Richardson,
Ten City,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Basic Channel,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Todd Rundgren,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Marine Girls,
The Pretty Things,
Metal Thangz,
Soul Sonic Force,
E-Dancer,
Bobby Sherman,
The Five Americans,
The Pop Group,
The Gun Club,
Little Man,
Bill Near,
Amon Düül,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
X-Ray Spex,
Don Cherry,
Thompson Twins,
The Star Department,
Mr. Review,
Charles Mingus,
DNA,
Roy Ayers,
Qualms,
Aswad,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pulsallama,
The Motions,
Warsaw,
The Durutti Column,
ABBA,
Jacques Brel,
48th St. Collective,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Robert Wyatt,
Loose Ends,
The Smiths,
Lakeside,
Fear,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.