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 Mongolia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 güiro 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 Fugazi to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
The Wake,
Faraquet,
DJ Sneak,
Sonic Youth,
Fela Kuti,
Bush Tetras,
Y Pants,
UT,
The Smiths,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Prince Buster,
Gang Starr,
One Last Wish,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
X-102,
Underground Resistance,
L. Decosne,
Neil Young,
Barbara Tucker,
Swell Maps,
Crooked Eye,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kurtis Blow,
Kenny Larkin,
Carl Craig,
Eddi Front,
cv313,
The Buckinghams,
Brick,
Massinfluence,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ituana,
Leonard Cohen,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bobby Womack,
Tim Buckley,
Laurel Aitken,
Pussy Galore,
MDC,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Dennis Brown,
The Detroit Cobras,
DJ Style,
Monks,
Donald Byrd,
Eric Copeland,
Whodini,
Rufus Thomas,
Oblivians,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Nils Olav,
Eli Mardock,
Juan Atkins,
Second Layer,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Qualms,
The New Christs,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Normal,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.