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 Belarus and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 sitar 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 Terry Callier to the rap 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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Deepchord,
Hoover,
R.M.O.,
Piero Umiliani,
Don Cherry,
Rotary Connection,
The Gun Club,
Gang of Four,
The Doors,
U.S. Maple,
Symarip,
In Retrospect,
Royal Trux,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Fire Engines,
The Knickerbockers,
Boz Scaggs,
Shuggie Otis,
The Divine Comedy,
Charles Mingus,
Flash Fearless,
The Blues Magoos,
Technova,
Visage,
Excepter,
Boogie Down Productions,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kerri Chandler,
Kas Product,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dennis Brown,
The Walker Brothers,
Oneida,
Althea and Donna,
Grauzone,
Roy Ayers,
Underground Resistance,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bush Tetras,
Ossler,
Section 25,
Supertramp,
Negative Approach,
Throbbing Gristle,
Harmonia,
The Golliwogs,
Guru Guru,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Roxy Music,
The Electric Prunes,
EPMD,
Judy Mowatt,
the Swans,
Fad Gadget,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.