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 Serbia and from Woodstock.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kurtis Blow,
Los Fastidios,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Infiniti,
Q and Not U,
Little Man,
Eurythmics,
D'Angelo,
Sister Nancy,
Spoonie Gee,
Flipper,
Neu!,
Blake Baxter,
Boredoms,
Stetsasonic,
Kool Moe Dee,
Stereo Dub,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Davy DMX,
Crispian St. Peters,
Dark Day,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Au Pairs,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Judy Mowatt,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Inner City,
Metal Thangz,
Rites of Spring,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Music Machine,
Spandau Ballet,
Frankie Knuckles,
Marc Almond,
JFA,
Royal Trux,
Motorama,
Sexual Harrassment,
Stockholm Monsters,
John Coltrane,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Monolake,
Bad Manners,
The Fugs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Joyce Sims,
Echospace,
Public Enemy,
the Germs,
Danielle Patucci,
John Foxx,
Malaria!,
The Angels of Light,
Chrome,
Graham Central Station,
Das Ding,
MC5,
Shuggie Otis,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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.