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 United Kingdom and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Pharoah Sanders to the funk 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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
The Move,
The Remains,
Kurtis Blow,
The Five Americans,
The Knickerbockers,
The Velvet Underground,
Bobby Womack,
Sarah Menescal,
Curtis Mayfield,
Joyce Sims,
Fela Kuti,
Sparks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Girls At Our Best!,
Idris Muhammad,
The Associates,
Half Japanese,
La Düsseldorf,
Panda Bear,
Tubeway Army,
the Normal,
Minnie Riperton,
The Smiths,
K-Klass,
Bobby Byrd,
Alphaville,
The Martian,
Flamin' Groovies,
Black Bananas,
Skaos,
Lou Christie,
Fad Gadget,
Eddi Front,
The Beau Brummels,
The Kinks,
The Searchers,
Ornette Coleman,
Ultra Naté,
Black Moon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
Crispian St. Peters,
Todd Rundgren,
Tommy Roe,
Gregory Isaacs,
Wally Richardson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gang Starr,
The Evens,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Gap Band,
Outsiders,
R.M.O.,
Deepchord,
Ohio Players,
The Litter,
Gong,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.