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 Spain and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Donald Fagen 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 Franke to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Slick Rick,
The Flesh Eaters,
Boogie Down Productions,
Public Enemy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
New Age Steppers,
Eric Dolphy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Soul II Soul,
Barclay James Harvest,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Selecter,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dark Day,
The Electric Prunes,
Can,
Pylon,
Man Eating Sloth,
Black Pus,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Tremeloes,
Buzzcocks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Spandau Ballet,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Young Rascals,
The Happenings,
The Doors,
Accadde A,
Delta 5,
Talk Talk,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Zeros,
Pantaleimon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Simply Red,
AZ,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Crash Course in Science,
Main Source,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Television Personalities,
R.M.O.,
Don Cherry,
The Slits,
the Sonics,
Loose Ends,
Archie Shepp,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Henry Cow,
John Foxx,
Television,
Thompson Twins,
Duran Duran,
LL Cool J,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.