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 Netherlands and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 Copenhagen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the jazz 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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Bluetip,
Bobby Byrd,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Wolf Eyes,
Dennis Brown,
The Invisible,
One Last Wish,
Bill Near,
Josef K,
Groovy Waters,
The Human League,
Swell Maps,
The Smoke,
Organ,
The Star Department,
Deakin,
Al Stewart,
Kayak,
Whodini,
The Fortunes,
Fear,
The Birthday Party,
Minor Threat,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ituana,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Severed Heads,
Sparks,
Funky Four + One,
Dead Boys,
Mary Jane Girls,
Dual Sessions,
Avey Tare,
The Neon Judgement,
The Black Dice,
Deepchord,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Moody Blues,
The Gories,
Tim Buckley,
The United States of America,
Throbbing Gristle,
Q and Not U,
Rhythm & Sound,
Depeche Mode,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Circle Jerks,
Sugar Minott,
Sight & Sound,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nick Fraelich,
Toni Rubio,
the Sonics,
Section 25,
Marc Almond,
DJ Sneak,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Lucky Dragons,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.