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 Djibouti and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto 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 harpsichord 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 Basic Channel to the electroclash 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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Steve Hackett,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Albert Ayler,
Don Cherry,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Sonics,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Count Five,
The Trojans,
Nico,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Unwound,
Pussy Galore,
Von Mondo,
The American Breed,
Fat Boys,
Youth Brigade,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Marc Almond,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gang of Four,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Walker Brothers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Excepter,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Roger Hodgson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Altered Images,
James White and The Blacks,
Ice-T,
The Slackers,
Charles Mingus,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Black Flag,
The Monochrome Set,
Susan Cadogan,
The Motions,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Angels of Light,
T.S.O.L.,
Isaac Hayes,
Qualms,
New Order,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Johnny Clarke,
Joe Smooth,
Mad Mike,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mo-Dettes,
Roxette,
The Remains,
Kerri Chandler,
Maurizio,
Black Sheep,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.