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 Marshall Islands and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Freddie Wadling to the punk 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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The United States of America,
Danielle Patucci,
The Monochrome Set,
Lou Christie,
Graham Central Station,
Delta 5,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Yusef Lateef,
Urselle,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Average White Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
Schoolly D,
Mr. Review,
The Motions,
Ronnie Foster,
Maleditus Sound,
B.T. Express,
Surgeon,
Albert Ayler,
Sight & Sound,
Don Cherry,
Guru Guru,
Carl Craig,
MDC,
The Standells,
Godley & Creme,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pet Shop Boys,
Parry Music,
Arab on Radar,
The Cowsills,
Robert Hood,
Buzzcocks,
Tom Boy,
Livin' Joy,
Talk Talk,
Silicon Teens,
The Invisible,
Scratch Acid,
Q and Not U,
Organ,
James White and The Blacks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Avey Tare,
Susan Cadogan,
The Toasters,
The Residents,
The Vogues,
Panda Bear,
Echospace,
Fluxion,
John Cale,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Dennis Brown,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Soft Machine,
Swans,
Janne Schatter,
Make Up,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.