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 Tunisia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Seoul.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 the Association to the punk 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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Cal Tjader,
Mary Jane Girls,
Quantec,
Technova,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ronan,
Glenn Branca,
Donny Hathaway,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
B.T. Express,
Jandek,
the Bar-Kays,
Man Eating Sloth,
Barclay James Harvest,
KRS-One,
Black Bananas,
The Real Kids,
Howard Jones,
Lightning Bolt,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Moebius,
Albert Ayler,
The New Christs,
Scratch Acid,
The Misunderstood,
The Last Poets,
Delon & Dalcan,
Japan,
The Skatalites,
Inner City,
Junior Murvin,
Rosa Yemen,
Jimmy McGriff,
DNA,
Sound Behaviour,
the Normal,
The Dave Clark Five,
Piero Umiliani,
Lou Reed,
Second Layer,
48th St. Collective,
Soft Cell,
The Offenders,
Rod Modell,
the Association,
Animal Collective,
Icehouse,
Soft Machine,
Andrew Hill,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
David McCallum,
John Cale,
Groovy Waters,
Ultravox,
Slave,
Visage,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.