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 Brazil and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Unwound to the crunk 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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
Niagra,
Hot Snakes,
LL Cool J,
Albert Ayler,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Shadows of Knight,
Malaria!,
Public Image Ltd.,
Andrew Hill,
Althea and Donna,
The Invisible,
Suburban Knight,
Cal Tjader,
Letta Mbulu,
UT,
Fugazi,
The Motions,
Todd Rundgren,
Man Parrish,
Grey Daturas,
Ash Ra Tempel,
DJ Sneak,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rod Modell,
Eli Mardock,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Oblivians,
The Searchers,
Prince Buster,
Roxy Music,
Stereo Dub,
Au Pairs,
Fela Kuti,
Metal Thangz,
The Fire Engines,
Scott Walker,
Boredoms,
The Human League,
Spoonie Gee,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
New Age Steppers,
Warren Ellis,
Mo-Dettes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bob Dylan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pulsallama,
The Move,
Brothers Johnson,
Cameo,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mandrill,
Technova,
Slick Rick,
The Trojans,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Procol Harum,
Camouflage,
Can,
JFA,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.