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 Finland and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) 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 The Wake. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Sonic Youth,
Minnie Riperton,
The Stooges,
Drexciya,
Adolescents,
The Skatalites,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bluetip,
Model 500,
Franke,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Suburban Knight,
The Martian,
Flipper,
Sexual Harrassment,
Q and Not U,
The Golliwogs,
The Durutti Column,
DNA,
John Foxx,
cv313,
FM Einheit,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lindisfarne,
The Moody Blues,
Country Teasers,
The Walker Brothers,
Prince Buster,
Barclay James Harvest,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gabor Szabo,
R.M.O.,
Robert Wyatt,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Duran Duran,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Scrapy,
Grey Daturas,
The Move,
New York Dolls,
The Cure,
Kerrie Biddell,
Interpol,
Al Stewart,
8 Eyed Spy,
OOIOO,
The Doors,
Andrew Hill,
The Gories,
Jacob Miller,
Banda Bassotti,
Danielle Patucci,
The Blues Magoos,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eve St. Jones,
Monolake,
Lebanon Hanover,
Marmalade,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.