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 Luxembourg and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 Manila and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 spring reverb 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 Fatback Band to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls 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 rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sällskapet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Wire,
Oblivians,
Grey Daturas,
Smog,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kenny Larkin,
Massinfluence,
Soft Machine,
Isaac Hayes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Oneida,
The Monochrome Set,
Pharoah Sanders,
Godley & Creme,
Todd Terry,
Fat Boys,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
John Foxx,
Robert Wyatt,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lucky Dragons,
Alton Ellis,
Tommy Roe,
Saccharine Trust,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Masters at Work,
Guru Guru,
Jacob Miller,
The Evens,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Nik Kershaw,
A Certain Ratio,
Metal Thangz,
The Martian,
Rotary Connection,
Avey Tare,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bob Dylan,
Rhythm & Sound,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Johnny Clarke,
Bronski Beat,
Deadbeat,
The Knickerbockers,
Tears for Fears,
Rosa Yemen,
Joensuu 1685,
Lightning Bolt,
Television,
Duran Duran,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mr. Review,
Aswad,
Brass Construction,
The Sound,
The Dirtbombs,
Amon Düül II,
Sister Nancy,
The Move,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.