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 Tunisia and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 clarinet 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Goldenarms,
Nils Olav,
Visage,
Los Fastidios,
The Stooges,
John Coltrane,
The Sonics,
Ultravox,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Thee Headcoats,
Maurizio,
Cybotron,
Gong,
Kool Moe Dee,
Boz Scaggs,
Von Mondo,
The Invisible,
Fluxion,
Toni Rubio,
Subhumans,
Girls At Our Best!,
OOIOO,
Gabor Szabo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Swans,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
KRS-One,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Little Man,
Kayak,
Tom Boy,
D'Angelo,
The Associates,
The Trojans,
Vainqueur,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Donny Hathaway,
Eden Ahbez,
Eric Dolphy,
Sex Pistols,
Matthew Bourne,
Derrick Morgan,
JFA,
La Düsseldorf,
Soulsonic Force,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mad Mike,
Cheater Slicks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Letta Mbulu,
The Dead C,
Josef K,
Pussy Galore,
Roger Hodgson,
The Vogues,
Tubeway Army,
Sonic Youth,
Unwound,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.