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 Laos and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Jacob Miller to the crunk 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 The Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Ten City,
ABBA,
Liliput,
Dennis Brown,
Buzzcocks,
Scientists,
Henry Cow,
Slick Rick,
Pharoah Sanders,
Oblivians,
Loose Ends,
the Slits,
Sonic Youth,
Zapp,
The Fuzztones,
Metal Thangz,
Nik Kershaw,
James Chance & The Contortions,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Hasil Adkins,
The Pop Group,
Warsaw,
Boz Scaggs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Anthony Braxton,
JFA,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Magma,
Malaria!,
Scrapy,
Nirvana,
Parry Music,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bush Tetras,
Lightning Bolt,
The Techniques,
The Slits,
Q and Not U,
Sandy B,
Grauzone,
The Saints,
Gil Scott Heron,
World's Most,
Marine Girls,
Hashim,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pole,
Flash Fearless,
B.T. Express,
X-Ray Spex,
Mission of Burma,
The Walker Brothers,
OOIOO,
Bobby Byrd,
Sam Rivers,
The Gun Club,
Patti Smith,
Average White Band,
kango's stein massive,
Motorama,
The Pretty Things,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.