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 Sri Lanka and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Woodstock.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Terry Callier to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway 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 synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Amazonics,
Nas,
Malaria!,
Ralphi Rosario,
Underground Resistance,
Ten City,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Slits,
the Normal,
Warren Ellis,
Nik Kershaw,
Darondo,
Chris Corsano,
Glenn Branca,
Harpers Bizarre,
Boredoms,
Fat Boys,
Reuben Wilson,
Icehouse,
The Pretty Things,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Tubeway Army,
Crime,
Steve Hackett,
Pantaleimon,
Animal Collective,
Angry Samoans,
The Modern Lovers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
Carl Craig,
The Moleskins,
Gregory Isaacs,
Metal Thangz,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Siglo XX,
Peter & Gordon,
Jandek,
New York Dolls,
The Names,
Brothers Johnson,
Altered Images,
The Gladiators,
Deadbeat,
Eric B and Rakim,
Country Teasers,
Radiohead,
the Sonics,
DJ Sneak,
Lou Christie,
The Blackbyrds,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Buzzcocks,
Slick Rick,
Porter Ricks,
The Raincoats,
The Monochrome Set,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Minnie Riperton,
Mark Hollis,
Essential Logic,
Young Marble Giants,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.