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 Bahamas and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the electroclash 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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Television Personalities,
LL Cool J,
The Angels of Light,
The Move,
Henry Cow,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Star Department,
Agitation Free,
Urselle,
Flipper,
Maurizio,
Anthony Braxton,
China Crisis,
Banda Bassotti,
Leonard Cohen,
The Zeros,
Josef K,
The Index,
Whodini,
Television,
Icehouse,
The American Breed,
The Litter,
Lakeside,
Bauhaus,
Joyce Sims,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Matthew Halsall,
Blake Baxter,
Soulsonic Force,
Silicon Teens,
Motorama,
The Evens,
Erykah Badu,
Ultra Naté,
Visage,
Lucky Dragons,
Delta 5,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Slits,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Joe Finger,
Black Pus,
Guru Guru,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gichy Dan,
David Axelrod,
Robert Hood,
Scrapy,
Junior Murvin,
Aaron Thompson,
Gang Starr,
Lou Christie,
Aural Exciters,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
K-Klass,
Roxette,
Gabor Szabo,
Terry Callier,
Boredoms,
The Moody Blues,
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You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
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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.