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 Paraguay and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lyon.
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 güiro 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 X-Ray Spex to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Fat Boys,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
World's Most,
Al Stewart,
the Association,
Babytalk,
Moss Icon,
Camouflage,
Tom Boy,
Delta 5,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Fuzztones,
the Soft Cell,
The Divine Comedy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lower 48,
Tomorrow,
Black Moon,
The Gun Club,
Brand Nubian,
Jacques Brel,
Half Japanese,
Judy Mowatt,
Gichy Dan,
Television,
Echospace,
Yusef Lateef,
Reagan Youth,
Donald Byrd,
Faust,
Glenn Branca,
Q65,
Public Image Ltd.,
Moby Grape,
The Barracudas,
Peter & Gordon,
The Remains,
Bronski Beat,
Unrelated Segments,
Mad Mike,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Crime,
Lungfish,
Janne Schatter,
Infiniti,
Harmonia,
Alice Coltrane,
Deadbeat,
Byron Stingily,
The Human League,
Little Man,
The Invisible,
Sonic Youth,
the Human League,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Mojo Men,
Nils Olav,
Make Up,
Derrick Morgan,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.