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 Ecuador and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 guitar 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 Beau Brummels to the grunge 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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Freddie Wadling,
Royal Trux,
U.S. Maple,
Avey Tare,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Amazonics,
The Wake,
The Residents,
Pole,
The Misunderstood,
Blossom Toes,
Can,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Skatalites,
Rapeman,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bluetip,
Ten City,
Mars,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Dave Clark Five,
Procol Harum,
Shuggie Otis,
The Golliwogs,
The Invisible,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gabor Szabo,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Carl Craig,
the Swans,
Unwound,
Don Cherry,
Steve Hackett,
Simply Red,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Flash Fearless,
Barrington Levy,
Fugazi,
John Coltrane,
Lou Christie,
Lungfish,
The Saints,
The Black Dice,
John Holt,
Oblivians,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Human League,
Bill Wells,
Crispy Ambulance,
Joe Smooth,
Mo-Dettes,
Joensuu 1685,
Josef K,
The Standells,
Reuben Wilson,
Sun Ra,
Aloha Tigers,
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.