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 Colombia and from Delhi.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 organ 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 Groovy Waters to the disco 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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
Jawbox,
Whodini,
Fear,
Mad Mike,
Prince Buster,
Dual Sessions,
Severed Heads,
Junior Murvin,
Aural Exciters,
Lower 48,
Gang Starr,
Peter & Gordon,
Anakelly,
Minutemen,
Suburban Knight,
The Wake,
Eden Ahbez,
Urselle,
Can,
Amon Düül,
Bang On A Can,
Nils Olav,
KRS-One,
Spoonie Gee,
Erykah Badu,
David McCallum,
The Detroit Cobras,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Silicon Teens,
Clear Light,
Scion,
Easy Going,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Standells,
Man Parrish,
Roy Ayers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Niagra,
Fad Gadget,
The Doors,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bobby Byrd,
Joyce Sims,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Normal,
The Evens,
The Moody Blues,
Althea and Donna,
The Fugs,
The New Christs,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Joe Finger,
Jacques Brel,
Dorothy Ashby,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Crispy Ambulance,
Harry Pussy,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.