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 San Marino and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
June Days,
Jimmy McGriff,
Alice Coltrane,
Animal Collective,
Lucky Dragons,
Silicon Teens,
Marshall Jefferson,
Desert Stars,
Fear,
The Wake,
Pantaleimon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Cecil Taylor,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Yellowson,
Tommy Roe,
The Selecter,
Judy Mowatt,
The Knickerbockers,
Monks,
Japan,
Yazoo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Qualms,
Isaac Hayes,
UT,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sixth Finger,
Ken Boothe,
Glambeats Corp.,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gong,
Sex Pistols,
The Misunderstood,
Camouflage,
Barbara Tucker,
Skaos,
Al Stewart,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Joensuu 1685,
Bobby Byrd,
Bob Dylan,
In Retrospect,
The Doors,
Quando Quango,
Babytalk,
Robert Wyatt,
Glenn Branca,
Gabor Szabo,
Mark Hollis,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Dave Gahan,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sandy B,
Susan Cadogan,
Steve Hackett,
The Remains,
The Last Poets,
Spandau Ballet,
Big Daddy Kane,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.