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 Greece and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 oboe 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 F. McDonald to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Unwound,
The Blackbyrds,
Intrusion,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Shuggie Otis,
The Divine Comedy,
UT,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Flash Fearless,
Qualms,
Ludus,
Derrick Morgan,
One Last Wish,
Big Daddy Kane,
Accadde A,
Archie Shepp,
The Cowsills,
Kas Product,
Pierre Henry,
Dorothy Ashby,
Siglo XX,
Malaria!,
Babytalk,
8 Eyed Spy,
Livin' Joy,
Amon Düül,
Lower 48,
Roger Hodgson,
Stetsasonic,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bluetip,
Mo-Dettes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pantaleimon,
Gong,
Reuben Wilson,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Germs,
Jimmy McGriff,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Grey Daturas,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eurythmics,
Danielle Patucci,
Sandy B,
10cc,
Basic Channel,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dual Sessions,
Jeff Lynne,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fatback Band,
the Sonics,
Ossler,
Boogie Down Productions,
Glambeats Corp.,
Joensuu 1685,
Cameo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Zeros,
Lucky Dragons,
Fat Boys,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.