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 Papua New Guinea and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Television. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Zero Boys,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Move,
Aural Exciters,
Fatback Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Technova,
New Age Steppers,
Don Cherry,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
DJ Style,
Cal Tjader,
Kaleidoscope,
Mark Hollis,
Sun City Girls,
Heaven 17,
Stockholm Monsters,
Davy DMX,
X-101,
Robert Görl,
The Kinks,
Nico,
the Association,
Blake Baxter,
The Residents,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Echospace,
Aaron Thompson,
The Standells,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
KRS-One,
Deepchord,
Dennis Brown,
Flamin' Groovies,
Arthur Verocai,
Roxy Music,
Tears for Fears,
Eric Dolphy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Thompson Twins,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Funkadelic,
The Dead C,
Wally Richardson,
Ituana,
The Knickerbockers,
Radiohead,
Country Teasers,
Siglo XX,
JFA,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lakeside,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
OOIOO,
The Music Machine,
Khruangbin,
Crispy Ambulance,
Negative Approach,
Scrapy,
Alton Ellis,
Avey Tare,
CMW,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.