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 Algeria and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Mad Mike,
Colin Newman,
The Blues Magoos,
The Fuzztones,
Mo-Dettes,
The Slackers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kerrie Biddell,
Curtis Mayfield,
Anakelly,
Ludus,
Qualms,
Subhumans,
Pantaleimon,
Joey Negro,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Cure,
Sarah Menescal,
Sparks,
Skaos,
Dead Boys,
Tommy Roe,
The Knickerbockers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pulsallama,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gabor Szabo,
Black Flag,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Groovy Waters,
Neu!,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Robert Wyatt,
Albert Ayler,
The J.B.'s,
Arthur Verocai,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Morten Harket,
Johnny Osbourne,
Johnny Clarke,
OOIOO,
Vainqueur,
Mr. Review,
48th St. Collective,
Schoolly D,
The Offenders,
The Litter,
Scratch Acid,
Lou Reed,
Unwound,
The Doors,
The Last Poets,
The Buckinghams,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Minnie Riperton,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rakim,
Fatback Band,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.