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 Mauritius and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 guitar 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 Darondo to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Organ,
Sex Pistols,
Letta Mbulu,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Danielle Patucci,
Matthew Bourne,
Traffic Nightmare,
Alison Limerick,
Jacques Brel,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Saints,
The Golliwogs,
Ornette Coleman,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mars,
Moby Grape,
Delta 5,
The Smoke,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Groovy Waters,
The Neon Judgement,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sun Ra,
R.M.O.,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Shadows of Knight,
Deepchord,
Moss Icon,
Parry Music,
Jacob Miller,
Skaos,
Stereo Dub,
Television Personalities,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Knickerbockers,
Livin' Joy,
Wings,
Banda Bassotti,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Masters at Work,
Kayak,
Eve St. Jones,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Clear Light,
Crispy Ambulance,
Curtis Mayfield,
The United States of America,
Sixth Finger,
Charles Mingus,
Flash Fearless,
ABC,
The Red Krayola,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Agent Orange,
Popol Vuh,
Aswad,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Happenings,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.