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 Togo and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Danielle Patucci to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Amon Düül II,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Spandau Ballet,
JFA,
F. McDonald,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Average White Band,
Marmalade,
The Monochrome Set,
Ultra Naté,
Smog,
La Düsseldorf,
Gong,
Franke,
Althea and Donna,
Animal Collective,
Max Romeo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ronan,
Stereo Dub,
Oblivians,
Blancmange,
Al Stewart,
Minor Threat,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lower 48,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pagans,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Anakelly,
Saccharine Trust,
Hasil Adkins,
The Fortunes,
Maleditus Sound,
Aural Exciters,
Fear,
LL Cool J,
Cymande,
Lucky Dragons,
The Moody Blues,
Aloha Tigers,
Panda Bear,
These Immortal Souls,
Kenny Larkin,
FM Einheit,
Janne Schatter,
The Real Kids,
Quadrant,
The Alarm Clocks,
Radiohead,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sex Pistols,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Technova,
Parry Music,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.