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 Tajikistan and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 linndrum 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 John Cale to the disco 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 The Mummies. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
ABBA,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Minor Threat,
Slick Rick,
Sun Ra,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Amon Düül,
Harpers Bizarre,
Soulsonic Force,
The Invisible,
Mary Jane Girls,
Au Pairs,
Khruangbin,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Scratch Acid,
Arab on Radar,
Arthur Verocai,
CMW,
The American Breed,
Black Moon,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jawbox,
It's A Beautiful Day,
D'Angelo,
World's Most,
Prince Buster,
Alice Coltrane,
ABC,
Gastr Del Sol,
T. Rex,
Tears for Fears,
Sällskapet,
Lee Hazlewood,
Suburban Knight,
Brick,
Circle Jerks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Wire,
Quantec,
Bronski Beat,
Grey Daturas,
Moss Icon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Skaos,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gabor Szabo,
JFA,
Fela Kuti,
Max Romeo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Archie Shepp,
Lalann,
Howard Jones,
Delta 5,
Silicon Teens,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Sonics,
Sound Behaviour,
The Wake,
The Barracudas,
Ohio Players,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.