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 Korea North and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Babytalk to the grime 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Tremeloes,
Donald Byrd,
Steve Hackett,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ice-T,
Pole,
The Doors,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Minnie Riperton,
Crooked Eye,
Blancmange,
Fela Kuti,
David Bowie,
Heaven 17,
Minor Threat,
Faust,
Scratch Acid,
Barclay James Harvest,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Shadows of Knight,
Public Image Ltd.,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Leaves,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Gap Band,
Bluetip,
Marcia Griffiths,
Darondo,
Rapeman,
Japan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eve St. Jones,
Pantaleimon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Subhumans,
Crash Course in Science,
Q65,
The Evens,
Scott Walker,
Wasted Youth,
Todd Rundgren,
The Selecter,
Grey Daturas,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Q and Not U,
The Toasters,
Godley & Creme,
Lalann,
Circle Jerks,
LL Cool J,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Animal Collective,
Thee Headcoats,
Faraquet,
Michelle Simonal,
Ornette Coleman,
Dorothy Ashby,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.