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 Japan and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Nico to the electroclash 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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Stiv Bators,
Lucky Dragons,
Scientists,
DJ Sneak,
Neil Young,
The Smoke,
Fugazi,
KRS-One,
The Barracudas,
Y Pants,
Infiniti,
Radiohead,
Jacques Brel,
Robert Görl,
Yaz,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Swans,
Eurythmics,
Sun City Girls,
The Five Americans,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Quadrant,
Robert Hood,
The Evens,
Deakin,
Chrome,
The Red Krayola,
Intrusion,
Youth Brigade,
Bluetip,
Mo-Dettes,
Can,
Underground Resistance,
Funkadelic,
Sällskapet,
Main Source,
The Residents,
Moby Grape,
Kas Product,
DNA,
Saccharine Trust,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lebanon Hanover,
China Crisis,
Outsiders,
Brick,
Young Marble Giants,
Dual Sessions,
Tears for Fears,
Nation of Ulysses,
Malaria!,
Porter Ricks,
Supertramp,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Radio Birdman,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Zero Boys,
John Foxx,
Peter & Gordon,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Smiths,
The Moleskins,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.