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 Swaziland and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Copenhagen.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Nas to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
The Fire Engines,
AZ,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fatback Band,
Ultravox,
Theoretical Girls,
Agent Orange,
Khruangbin,
The Trojans,
Funkadelic,
the Swans,
Albert Ayler,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rapeman,
Oneida,
Brass Construction,
Funky Four + One,
Jandek,
PIL,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Q and Not U,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eric B and Rakim,
B.T. Express,
The Pretty Things,
Lakeside,
the Slits,
Lalann,
Anakelly,
Thompson Twins,
The Buckinghams,
Cecil Taylor,
Junior Murvin,
Pantytec,
Warsaw,
Das Ding,
John Lydon,
the Normal,
FM Einheit,
Jimmy McGriff,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Depeche Mode,
New Age Steppers,
Shuggie Otis,
Tim Buckley,
Susan Cadogan,
Darondo,
Kool Moe Dee,
Toni Rubio,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Move,
Wings,
The Walker Brothers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Arab on Radar,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Godley & Creme,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Black Moon,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.