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 Micronesia and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the jazz 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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners 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 a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Bob Dylan,
Aloha Tigers,
Inner City,
Negative Approach,
Radiohead,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gichy Dan,
A Certain Ratio,
Scion,
Oblivians,
Eric Dolphy,
The Wake,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sun City Girls,
Gabor Szabo,
JFA,
The Litter,
Index,
The Last Poets,
The Blackbyrds,
Minor Threat,
The Fortunes,
Kerri Chandler,
Rakim,
The Mojo Men,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Franke,
Warren Ellis,
The Standells,
The Electric Prunes,
Quadrant,
The Leaves,
The Young Rascals,
Sugar Minott,
cv313,
Youth Brigade,
Glenn Branca,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Neu!,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ornette Coleman,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sonic Youth,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
T. Rex,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
kango's stein massive,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Spandau Ballet,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mr. Review,
Camberwell Now,
PIL,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Cybotron,
ABBA,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.