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 Iraq and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bologna.
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 Todd Terry to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Robert Wyatt,
Cymande,
Ken Boothe,
Todd Terry,
Anthony Braxton,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
X-Ray Spex,
The Pretty Things,
Lee Hazlewood,
Duran Duran,
Jerry's Kids,
Von Mondo,
Lou Reed,
Tom Boy,
Ronan,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Soulsonic Force,
the Swans,
The Selecter,
Albert Ayler,
Blancmange,
Metal Thangz,
Tubeway Army,
Groovy Waters,
Khruangbin,
Infiniti,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mars,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Johnny Clarke,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tim Buckley,
Zapp,
Bobby Byrd,
Kas Product,
The Divine Comedy,
Cameo,
Public Enemy,
Leonard Cohen,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Moby Grape,
Pantaleimon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Velvet Underground,
The Moleskins,
Deepchord,
Boredoms,
The Barracudas,
Rod Modell,
Al Stewart,
the Slits,
Arcadia,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rakim,
Skarface,
T. Rex,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Todd Rundgren,
Thee Headcoats,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.