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 East Timor and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Johannesburg.
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 Television to the rap 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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin 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 rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
The Remains,
Scrapy,
Maleditus Sound,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Oneida,
Cheater Slicks,
Rufus Thomas,
The Wake,
Shuggie Otis,
B.T. Express,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Hashim,
Heaven 17,
The Names,
Delon & Dalcan,
Brass Construction,
Thee Headcoats,
The Monochrome Set,
Marcia Griffiths,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Skaos,
Audionom,
The Sisters of Mercy,
8 Eyed Spy,
Average White Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Gories,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fela Kuti,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eddi Front,
Franke,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sound Behaviour,
The Evens,
Carl Craig,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Isaac Hayes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Yaz,
Roger Hodgson,
Ludus,
Graham Central Station,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ken Boothe,
Tim Buckley,
Ornette Coleman,
The Music Machine,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jawbox,
Lungfish,
Erykah Badu,
The Birthday Party,
Angry Samoans,
The Knickerbockers,
Jerry's Kids,
Nico,
Yazoo,
Jacob Miller,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.