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 Micronesia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Piero Umiliani to the crunk 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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
R.M.O.,
Nik Kershaw,
Eden Ahbez,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rosa Yemen,
Bluetip,
Subhumans,
The Monochrome Set,
The Dead C,
The Five Americans,
Urselle,
Heaven 17,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Procol Harum,
The Mummies,
Black Flag,
Moebius,
MC5,
The Real Kids,
New Age Steppers,
Public Enemy,
Arab on Radar,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Aswad,
The Sound,
Little Man,
The Move,
Erasure,
Isaac Hayes,
Minnie Riperton,
the Human League,
Grey Daturas,
Zero Boys,
Anakelly,
Lou Reed,
Kerrie Biddell,
Althea and Donna,
The Barracudas,
Agent Orange,
Ice-T,
Harry Pussy,
Ken Boothe,
Warsaw,
Von Mondo,
Maleditus Sound,
Theoretical Girls,
Byron Stingily,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Fuzztones,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Scion,
Stiv Bators,
Bush Tetras,
Skaos,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Flesh Eaters,
Accadde A,
Letta Mbulu,
Bob Dylan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
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You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
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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.