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 New Zealand and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 a-ha to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Smoke. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Kool Moe Dee,
Scott Walker,
Crime,
Lou Reed,
Avey Tare,
John Coltrane,
Flash Fearless,
Aswad,
Pantytec,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bronski Beat,
Anthony Braxton,
The Gap Band,
Cybotron,
Mary Jane Girls,
New York Dolls,
Eurythmics,
The Remains,
Swans,
Quantec,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Al Stewart,
Goldenarms,
The Cure,
The Vogues,
Bob Dylan,
Barry Ungar,
The Cowsills,
Unwound,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Zeros,
China Crisis,
Kayak,
Suburban Knight,
Cluster,
Stiv Bators,
Khruangbin,
The Invisible,
Angry Samoans,
Derrick Morgan,
The Toasters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gil Scott Heron,
Parry Music,
Yaz,
Stetsasonic,
Flipper,
Icehouse,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Monks,
The Busters,
John Holt,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Oblivians,
The Last Poets,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.