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 Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Copenhagen.
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 güiro 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 Minutemen to the crunk 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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
China Crisis,
Iggy Pop,
Babytalk,
Marine Girls,
Throbbing Gristle,
Curtis Mayfield,
Camberwell Now,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Scrapy,
Agent Orange,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Marmalade,
Animal Collective,
The Kinks,
Technova,
Letta Mbulu,
Von Mondo,
the Slits,
Faust,
Infiniti,
DJ Sneak,
Minnie Riperton,
Davy DMX,
kango's stein massive,
Simply Red,
Wolf Eyes,
Cluster,
Lyres,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Pretty Things,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rakim,
Rod Modell,
Pantytec,
Kurtis Blow,
Bluetip,
Sparks,
Symarip,
New Age Steppers,
The Gories,
Procol Harum,
The Sound,
John Holt,
Soul Sonic Force,
Junior Murvin,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Martian,
Joensuu 1685,
Barry Ungar,
Television Personalities,
Nation of Ulysses,
Derrick May,
The Mojo Men,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Tremeloes,
The Buckinghams,
Unrelated Segments,
Black Bananas,
Mad Mike,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.