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 Chile and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 Mexico City and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 rhodes 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 James White and The Blacks to the grunge 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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
John Cale,
the Swans,
CMW,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rotary Connection,
Kenny Larkin,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Idris Muhammad,
The Gories,
Angry Samoans,
Dawn Penn,
Cymande,
Slave,
Scrapy,
World's Most,
Severed Heads,
The Birthday Party,
Sonny Sharrock,
Hashim,
Deepchord,
Oneida,
The Tremeloes,
Isaac Hayes,
Sexual Harrassment,
Babytalk,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bobby Womack,
Crime,
Gang of Four,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ornette Coleman,
The Dave Clark Five,
Arthur Verocai,
Piero Umiliani,
Banda Bassotti,
Don Cherry,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kas Product,
The Searchers,
Jawbox,
Con Funk Shun,
The J.B.'s,
Maleditus Sound,
Amon Düül II,
Icehouse,
Magma,
Black Flag,
Nico,
Crispian St. Peters,
Zero Boys,
Hasil Adkins,
Popol Vuh,
cv313,
Nas,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.