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 Nicaragua and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Goldenarms to the crunk 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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Cymande,
the Slits,
the Association,
Hot Snakes,
Charles Mingus,
In Retrospect,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
X-Ray Spex,
Eden Ahbez,
Amazonics,
Byron Stingily,
Deepchord,
Hashim,
Hoover,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
cv313,
Schoolly D,
Hasil Adkins,
Average White Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Robert Wyatt,
The Sound,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Motions,
Eli Mardock,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Morten Harket,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Frankie Knuckles,
Donny Hathaway,
Althea and Donna,
The Zeros,
This Heat,
The Gun Club,
Agent Orange,
Kenny Larkin,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Monks,
Sex Pistols,
H. Thieme,
Ornette Coleman,
Joensuu 1685,
Basic Channel,
Pantytec,
The Music Machine,
Davy DMX,
Soft Cell,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Wally Richardson,
Mad Mike,
Funky Four + One,
T.S.O.L.,
Black Pus,
Fear,
Porter Ricks,
Ultra Naté,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.