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 Greece and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 In Retrospect to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Mr. Review,
the Normal,
The Invisible,
Alice Coltrane,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ludus,
Todd Terry,
The Blackbyrds,
MC5,
DJ Sneak,
Al Stewart,
Cecil Taylor,
Loose Ends,
Minny Pops,
Fela Kuti,
The New Christs,
B.T. Express,
Toni Rubio,
Joy Division,
Ponytail,
Audionom,
Lower 48,
The Happenings,
Chris & Cosey,
Crooked Eye,
John Holt,
Monolake,
Pantaleimon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Franke,
Marshall Jefferson,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bobby Byrd,
Wally Richardson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Tubeway Army,
Saccharine Trust,
Liliput,
LL Cool J,
The Index,
The Seeds,
Gabor Szabo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Outsiders,
Gang Starr,
Lou Reed,
The Neon Judgement,
Brass Construction,
The J.B.'s,
Kas Product,
Second Layer,
The Grass Roots,
The Monks,
Michelle Simonal,
Minnie Riperton,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pussy Galore,
June of 44,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.