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 Montenegro and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Tears for Fears 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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Gang of Four,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
John Cale,
Porter Ricks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Hasil Adkins,
Fela Kuti,
Scratch Acid,
Avey Tare,
Rufus Thomas,
Camberwell Now,
The Velvet Underground,
Jesper Dahlback,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Roy Ayers,
Talk Talk,
Glenn Branca,
Spoonie Gee,
Kas Product,
a-ha,
Carl Craig,
The Dead C,
Black Flag,
Massinfluence,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Barracudas,
The Move,
The Standells,
Sam Rivers,
Brothers Johnson,
The Happenings,
Maurizio,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
T.S.O.L.,
Babytalk,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Real Kids,
The Blues Magoos,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mandrill,
Franke,
Dual Sessions,
The Star Department,
Moby Grape,
Popol Vuh,
Todd Terry,
Marvin Gaye,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lucky Dragons,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Spandau Ballet,
The Victims,
The Sonics,
The Birthday Party,
Eden Ahbez,
The Index,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Grey Daturas,
Underground Resistance,
Jacques Brel,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.