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 Kazakhstan and from London.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 güiro 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 Schoolly D to the dance 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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Gang Green,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Boredoms,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Red Krayola,
Organ,
Sonny Sharrock,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lightning Bolt,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jandek,
Gerry Rafferty,
Blossom Toes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Television Personalities,
Black Bananas,
Tim Buckley,
Terry Callier,
Delon & Dalcan,
Patti Smith,
Zero Boys,
Bill Near,
These Immortal Souls,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Adolescents,
Swell Maps,
Arthur Verocai,
Skarface,
The Birthday Party,
Black Pus,
Black Sheep,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Minny Pops,
Donald Byrd,
Todd Rundgren,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
KRS-One,
Skaos,
L. Decosne,
Ludus,
Silicon Teens,
EPMD,
Anthony Braxton,
The Tremeloes,
Nik Kershaw,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sugar Minott,
Fat Boys,
Susan Cadogan,
Hardrive,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eric B and Rakim,
MDC,
Howard Jones,
Jimmy McGriff,
Marcia Griffiths,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.