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 the UAE and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 The Seeds to the techno 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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Peter & Gordon,
T.S.O.L.,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Surgeon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Dorothy Ashby,
Marcia Griffiths,
Robert Hood,
Iggy Pop,
Nils Olav,
OOIOO,
Pere Ubu,
Das Ding,
PIL,
The Invisible,
Charles Mingus,
Porter Ricks,
Funkadelic,
The Divine Comedy,
Camberwell Now,
Mo-Dettes,
FM Einheit,
Bobby Hutcherson,
E-Dancer,
Babytalk,
The Alarm Clocks,
Minutemen,
Morten Harket,
Mr. Review,
Traffic Nightmare,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sonic Youth,
Eric Dolphy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Sisters of Mercy,
John Cale,
Aswad,
Henry Cow,
Wolf Eyes,
Ultra Naté,
Monolake,
the Human League,
Rotary Connection,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Beau Brummels,
Janne Schatter,
Chris Corsano,
Dead Boys,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Cybotron,
Arthur Verocai,
The Cramps,
Eve St. Jones,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bobby Womack,
Scientists,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
MDC,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.