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 United States 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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the jazz 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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Joensuu 1685,
Sandy B,
Scrapy,
Bootsy Collins,
Cecil Taylor,
the Association,
The Victims,
Skarface,
Stereo Dub,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
David McCallum,
Lower 48,
Donny Hathaway,
Aswad,
Sister Nancy,
Eric Dolphy,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Neon Judgement,
The Evens,
Duran Duran,
Ultra Naté,
Crash Course in Science,
Dual Sessions,
Schoolly D,
World's Most,
Qualms,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Buckinghams,
The Pretty Things,
Swans,
Marvin Gaye,
The Blues Magoos,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Erykah Badu,
Accadde A,
The Invisible,
The Black Dice,
Livin' Joy,
Isaac Hayes,
The Star Department,
R.M.O.,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Alison Limerick,
Kurtis Blow,
The Zeros,
The Smiths,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
CMW,
the Human League,
Section 25,
FM Einheit,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Franke,
UT,
The Blackbyrds,
Bad Manners,
The Dead C,
Youth Brigade,
The Moody Blues,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.