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 Ghana and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ 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 The Slackers to the grime 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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Germs,
Rapeman,
Andrew Hill,
The Wake,
Althea and Donna,
Swell Maps,
The Techniques,
Underground Resistance,
OOIOO,
the Association,
The Music Machine,
Bobby Sherman,
Absolute Body Control,
Rites of Spring,
Cybotron,
The Skatalites,
Television Personalities,
Wings,
Judy Mowatt,
Magazine,
La Düsseldorf,
Barry Ungar,
Agitation Free,
Sister Nancy,
Ludus,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Oneida,
Jandek,
LL Cool J,
The Gladiators,
Khruangbin,
Oblivians,
Amon Düül,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sarah Menescal,
Nils Olav,
Young Marble Giants,
Blake Baxter,
Camouflage,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Victims,
Echospace,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Blues Magoos,
Jeff Mills,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Supertramp,
Tropical Tobacco,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eddi Front,
Zapp,
Soulsonic Force,
Quadrant,
Franke,
Ken Boothe,
Gabor Szabo,
Massinfluence,
Scott Walker,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.