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 Austria and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 mellotron 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 Sonny Sharrock to the rock 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Cal Tjader,
Desert Stars,
Moebius,
Funkadelic,
The United States of America,
Deadbeat,
Lalann,
The Last Poets,
Deepchord,
Skaos,
X-Ray Spex,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Al Stewart,
Minnie Riperton,
Rites of Spring,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Scott Walker,
The Dirtbombs,
Urselle,
Eddi Front,
Scan 7,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lyres,
Thompson Twins,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Germs,
Jawbox,
Aswad,
The Mojo Men,
AZ,
Gregory Isaacs,
Roxette,
The Victims,
Chris & Cosey,
Visage,
The Star Department,
Youth Brigade,
Scrapy,
Glenn Branca,
The Young Rascals,
Mo-Dettes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Marmalade,
Henry Cow,
X-102,
Zapp,
Byron Stingily,
Barclay James Harvest,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Letta Mbulu,
Todd Terry,
Sun Ra,
Saccharine Trust,
David Bowie,
Bob Dylan,
Lee Hazlewood,
Crispy Ambulance,
Negative Approach,
Avey Tare,
Altered Images,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.