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 Tajikistan and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manila.
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 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 Laurel Aitken to the crunk 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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Lyres,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mission of Burma,
Severed Heads,
Trumans Water,
Dead Boys,
Siglo XX,
Agent Orange,
Make Up,
Kurtis Blow,
Radio Birdman,
Black Bananas,
Flamin' Groovies,
Alice Coltrane,
Stiv Bators,
Kenny Larkin,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Grandmaster Flash,
Magma,
the Association,
PIL,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Alison Limerick,
Icehouse,
Von Mondo,
Mo-Dettes,
Essential Logic,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eden Ahbez,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Japan,
Faraquet,
Das Ding,
Shuggie Otis,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Terry Callier,
Howard Jones,
Mantronix,
Chris Corsano,
Delta 5,
Amon Düül II,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Stooges,
Circle Jerks,
Swell Maps,
Roy Ayers,
Negative Approach,
Anakelly,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ronnie Foster,
Leonard Cohen,
Thee Headcoats,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rites of Spring,
The Red Krayola,
The Fortunes,
Panda Bear,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.