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 Ivory Coast and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Thee Headcoats to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
AZ,
The Mojo Men,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lightning Bolt,
Average White Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lalo Schifrin,
Negative Approach,
Echospace,
Donny Hathaway,
Crime,
Porter Ricks,
Jerry's Kids,
Metal Thangz,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gong,
Minutemen,
Wolf Eyes,
Rufus Thomas,
The Move,
The Misunderstood,
The Cramps,
X-Ray Spex,
Siglo XX,
The Beau Brummels,
Nico,
Scan 7,
Idris Muhammad,
Scion,
Boredoms,
Roy Ayers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Isaac Hayes,
Janne Schatter,
Cecil Taylor,
Inner City,
10cc,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Infiniti,
Iggy Pop,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Leaves,
Bobby Byrd,
Peter and Kerry,
Albert Ayler,
The Alarm Clocks,
Piero Umiliani,
John Lydon,
kango's stein massive,
Television,
the Germs,
Yellowson,
Mission of Burma,
Marcia Griffiths,
B.T. Express,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Excepter,
Scott Walker,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.