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 India and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 linndrum 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 Matthew Halsall to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Outsiders,
Flipper,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Human League,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bob Dylan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
In Retrospect,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Popol Vuh,
Inner City,
Eve St. Jones,
Desert Stars,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Leonard Cohen,
Prince Buster,
Technova,
Blake Baxter,
The Cure,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Scott Walker,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eric Copeland,
Deakin,
Stiv Bators,
The Mummies,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Symarip,
Agitation Free,
The Mojo Men,
The Human League,
The Seeds,
Visage,
Easy Going,
Tom Boy,
Hasil Adkins,
James White and The Blacks,
The Blackbyrds,
Procol Harum,
Bill Wells,
Anakelly,
Crispian St. Peters,
Minor Threat,
Pere Ubu,
Livin' Joy,
Gang Green,
The Pop Group,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Brand Nubian,
the Fania All-Stars,
Groovy Waters,
Heaven 17,
Dennis Brown,
Matthew Bourne,
Model 500,
The Trojans,
Kaleidoscope,
Ohio Players,
Joensuu 1685,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Music Machine,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.