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 Oman and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Ohio Players to the rock 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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
The Zeros,
Popol Vuh,
Infiniti,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Eric Copeland,
Reagan Youth,
Television Personalities,
Charles Mingus,
John Lydon,
Bobby Byrd,
Bang On A Can,
Glenn Branca,
Black Moon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cal Tjader,
Quadrant,
Sun City Girls,
World's Most,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
ABC,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bob Dylan,
Absolute Body Control,
Roger Hodgson,
The Music Machine,
Sun Ra,
Matthew Bourne,
Rod Modell,
Groovy Waters,
Slick Rick,
Lungfish,
Niagra,
The Divine Comedy,
Suburban Knight,
Robert Wyatt,
Laurel Aitken,
Harry Pussy,
Mo-Dettes,
Idris Muhammad,
Josef K,
Black Bananas,
Soft Cell,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
X-101,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rekid,
Arab on Radar,
New York Dolls,
The Associates,
Los Fastidios,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Doobie Brothers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bill Wells,
Gabor Szabo,
New Age Steppers,
Japan,
Robert Hood,
Bootsy Collins,
Bauhaus,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.