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 Armenia and from Cairo.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Soul Sonic Force to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
A Certain Ratio,
Guru Guru,
Freddie Wadling,
Boredoms,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sonny Sharrock,
Aloha Tigers,
Agitation Free,
Brothers Johnson,
The Fuzztones,
Urselle,
Jeff Lynne,
Blake Baxter,
Fat Boys,
Crooked Eye,
Cal Tjader,
Alison Limerick,
The Dirtbombs,
DJ Sneak,
Organ,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lalann,
Bootsy Collins,
X-Ray Spex,
AZ,
Cluster,
Rod Modell,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Names,
La Düsseldorf,
L. Decosne,
Scan 7,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Camouflage,
Television,
Ken Boothe,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Dead C,
The Stooges,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Japan,
Eve St. Jones,
Erykah Badu,
Scientists,
Sister Nancy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gichy Dan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Juan Atkins,
the Swans,
The Smoke,
The Slits,
X-102,
Erasure,
Reuben Wilson,
The Last Poets,
Icehouse,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.