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 Cameroon and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Mr. Review to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
The Vogues,
Peter & Gordon,
Camberwell Now,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bad Manners,
Erasure,
Livin' Joy,
Neil Young,
Von Mondo,
Scratch Acid,
June Days,
Sonic Youth,
Robert Hood,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jacques Brel,
Black Flag,
Sun Ra,
Average White Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Trumans Water,
Ohio Players,
Derrick Morgan,
Skaos,
Gabor Szabo,
Arab on Radar,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Move,
Warren Ellis,
Kas Product,
Janne Schatter,
Lucky Dragons,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Liliput,
Das Ding,
ABBA,
Kayak,
Sonny Sharrock,
Amon Düül II,
Alice Coltrane,
Tom Boy,
Camouflage,
Lower 48,
One Last Wish,
The Fugs,
Archie Shepp,
Shoche,
The Leaves,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Panda Bear,
the Fania All-Stars,
Peter and Kerry,
Cymande,
The Fortunes,
Clear Light,
Althea and Donna,
Bobby Womack,
Wolf Eyes,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.