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 Angola and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the 808 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Marmalade,
Leonard Cohen,
The Fugs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
UT,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bauhaus,
Ash Ra Tempel,
R.M.O.,
Glenn Branca,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lower 48,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Monolake,
Eric Dolphy,
The Victims,
Model 500,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Bar-Kays,
The Toasters,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Massinfluence,
A Certain Ratio,
The Cramps,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Grey Daturas,
Wings,
Fluxion,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Aloha Tigers,
Skarface,
The Music Machine,
Idris Muhammad,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Surgeon,
Josef K,
The Beau Brummels,
Blancmange,
Pere Ubu,
Shuggie Otis,
Stiv Bators,
Slick Rick,
Ponytail,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Don Cherry,
Crooked Eye,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Babytalk,
The Knickerbockers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sight & Sound,
Moss Icon,
Unwound,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cecil Taylor,
Sandy B,
Minor Threat,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.