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 Kuwait and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 The Moleskins to the rock 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
In Retrospect,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bill Wells,
The Evens,
Aswad,
Thompson Twins,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Smoke,
Eddi Front,
Maurizio,
John Lydon,
David Axelrod,
Minnie Riperton,
Pussy Galore,
The Golliwogs,
Ice-T,
The Moody Blues,
Leonard Cohen,
Nick Fraelich,
Derrick Morgan,
Au Pairs,
Warren Ellis,
a-ha,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jerry's Kids,
The Vogues,
Magma,
The Standells,
The Selecter,
The Slackers,
Das Ding,
The Names,
Scrapy,
Kerri Chandler,
Motorama,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
FM Einheit,
The Pop Group,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Human League,
The Offenders,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Echospace,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fad Gadget,
Yusef Lateef,
Rosa Yemen,
The Flesh Eaters,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Crispy Ambulance,
Piero Umiliani,
Boredoms,
Minny Pops,
The Divine Comedy,
Ludus,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Stetsasonic,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.