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 Canada and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Wally Richardson to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Technova,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kaleidoscope,
Q and Not U,
The Durutti Column,
Fluxion,
The Dead C,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Angels of Light,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Fortunes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Wolf Eyes,
Al Stewart,
The Fugs,
Letta Mbulu,
Derrick May,
Theoretical Girls,
the Slits,
Clear Light,
Brand Nubian,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gang Green,
Scrapy,
The Evens,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Techniques,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Names,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lyres,
Mary Jane Girls,
Dennis Brown,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rod Modell,
Second Layer,
Maurizio,
DJ Sneak,
Albert Ayler,
Surgeon,
Pagans,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
New Age Steppers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Connie Case,
Roxy Music,
Barbara Tucker,
ABC,
Maleditus Sound,
Interpol,
The Smiths,
The Misunderstood,
Negative Approach,
Sun City Girls,
Khruangbin,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sarah Menescal,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Brick,
Spoonie Gee,
The Skatalites,
Eddi Front,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.