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 Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 the Swans to the disco 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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Bush Tetras,
Lalo Schifrin,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rosa Yemen,
Bill Wells,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Star Department,
Anakelly,
Morten Harket,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
U.S. Maple,
Laurel Aitken,
Nik Kershaw,
Au Pairs,
Pharoah Sanders,
Arab on Radar,
La Düsseldorf,
Davy DMX,
Goldenarms,
The Music Machine,
Altered Images,
Sixth Finger,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Pop Group,
China Crisis,
Bang On A Can,
The Electric Prunes,
Lower 48,
Bootsy Collins,
Qualms,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Moody Blues,
Avey Tare,
Gastr Del Sol,
Johnny Clarke,
Ice-T,
a-ha,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Barrington Levy,
Vladislav Delay,
Chris Corsano,
Masters at Work,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Nick Fraelich,
Yaz,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Metal Thangz,
Second Layer,
Harmonia,
Los Fastidios,
Glenn Branca,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Chris & Cosey,
Massinfluence,
Livin' Joy,
E-Dancer,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Offenders,
Boredoms,
Dennis Brown,
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.