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 Swaziland and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 chamberlin 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Alice Coltrane,
Lindisfarne,
Amazonics,
The Evens,
Rekid,
Cecil Taylor,
Todd Rundgren,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sarah Menescal,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Blake Baxter,
Neil Young,
8 Eyed Spy,
Intrusion,
Heaven 17,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Joe Smooth,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ponytail,
Bobby Womack,
Jeff Mills,
The Barracudas,
Lalo Schifrin,
Goldenarms,
Essential Logic,
Bush Tetras,
John Coltrane,
Traffic Nightmare,
Al Stewart,
The Martian,
Letta Mbulu,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Count Five,
Hashim,
Roxy Music,
Rotary Connection,
Stiv Bators,
The Remains,
Monks,
Eurythmics,
Curtis Mayfield,
Siglo XX,
Black Pus,
Section 25,
Technova,
Aloha Tigers,
The Gun Club,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Black Dice,
Von Mondo,
Supertramp,
The Mummies,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Monks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Morten Harket,
Brand Nubian,
Soft Machine,
Quadrant,
Kas Product,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.