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 El Salvador and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Radio Birdman,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Blake Baxter,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jawbox,
Echospace,
Schoolly D,
Scratch Acid,
the Human League,
The Real Kids,
The Sound,
R.M.O.,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mad Mike,
Amon Düül,
Bill Near,
Eurythmics,
Cymande,
Danielle Patucci,
The Fortunes,
Tim Buckley,
Zero Boys,
Patti Smith,
Malaria!,
Connie Case,
Franke,
kango's stein massive,
Hot Snakes,
Smog,
The Pretty Things,
Yazoo,
The Motions,
Maleditus Sound,
Scott Walker,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Moby Grape,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fad Gadget,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Johnny Osbourne,
Black Sheep,
Scrapy,
Chris Corsano,
Robert Hood,
Hoover,
Harry Pussy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Suburban Knight,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Peter and Kerry,
Steve Hackett,
Public Image Ltd.,
Black Pus,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Stereo Dub,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.