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 Nigeria and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Hoover to the rock 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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Terrestrial Tones,
Archie Shepp,
Black Flag,
Bobby Womack,
Reagan Youth,
Pulsallama,
Freddie Wadling,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Don Cherry,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Dirtbombs,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Quantec,
Danielle Patucci,
Guru Guru,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rufus Thomas,
New Order,
Von Mondo,
Terry Callier,
Rites of Spring,
The Count Five,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Albert Ayler,
World's Most,
Lindisfarne,
Wire,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kerri Chandler,
D'Angelo,
Eddi Front,
Goldenarms,
Warsaw,
Average White Band,
PIL,
Minnie Riperton,
T.S.O.L.,
A Certain Ratio,
Lou Reed,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Minny Pops,
Gerry Rafferty,
Magazine,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Raincoats,
48th St. Collective,
The Move,
Eric B and Rakim,
Scott Walker,
Judy Mowatt,
MDC,
The Standells,
Barry Ungar,
Swell Maps,
The Gun Club,
Index,
Andrew Hill,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.