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 Nicaragua and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe 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 Loose Ends to the crunk 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 The Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sixth Finger,
Brand Nubian,
the Slits,
Intrusion,
Tim Buckley,
Pantytec,
Barbara Tucker,
Severed Heads,
Deepchord,
The Vogues,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mantronix,
Brass Construction,
Ken Boothe,
Jeff Mills,
Tom Boy,
Ossler,
Althea and Donna,
KRS-One,
Magazine,
Ralphi Rosario,
Morten Harket,
OOIOO,
Jacob Miller,
Todd Rundgren,
Donny Hathaway,
The Toasters,
Outsiders,
Sonny Sharrock,
Flipper,
Second Layer,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lou Christie,
Visage,
Television Personalities,
Matthew Halsall,
Underground Resistance,
The Alarm Clocks,
June Days,
Organ,
Tears for Fears,
Altered Images,
Marine Girls,
The Pretty Things,
Mad Mike,
The Monks,
The Blues Magoos,
The Pop Group,
Carl Craig,
Chris Corsano,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Nick Fraelich,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
ABBA,
Cameo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.