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 Portugal and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 B.T. Express to the grime 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 Martian. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Saints,
the Association,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
John Cale,
Scan 7,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mark Hollis,
Nas,
Grauzone,
The Slits,
Nik Kershaw,
Agitation Free,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Skriet,
Radio Birdman,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Toasters,
U.S. Maple,
Parry Music,
Avey Tare,
Kerrie Biddell,
Magazine,
Yazoo,
Rotary Connection,
Al Stewart,
Amon Düül,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rapeman,
Rufus Thomas,
Boredoms,
Shuggie Otis,
Stiv Bators,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bronski Beat,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
A Certain Ratio,
X-Ray Spex,
Young Marble Giants,
Outsiders,
Excepter,
Aswad,
The Names,
Gang Gang Dance,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Graham Central Station,
Joe Smooth,
Underground Resistance,
Panda Bear,
Ten City,
Sam Rivers,
Dave Gahan,
Man Parrish,
The Durutti Column,
The Modern Lovers,
The Golliwogs,
The J.B.'s,
Kerri Chandler,
Eddi Front,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.