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 Poland and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 guitar 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 Scrapy to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
EPMD,
David Axelrod,
Essential Logic,
T.S.O.L.,
Rosa Yemen,
Lower 48,
Nils Olav,
The Angels of Light,
New Age Steppers,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Flesh Eaters,
Todd Rundgren,
Soulsonic Force,
Ice-T,
Aloha Tigers,
Iggy Pop,
Kayak,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Germs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Association,
Scion,
Hot Snakes,
The Techniques,
Bootsy Collins,
Fela Kuti,
Pantytec,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Saints,
Sun Ra,
The Buckinghams,
The Cowsills,
Vainqueur,
The Barracudas,
Black Flag,
Amon Düül II,
Faraquet,
ABC,
Cecil Taylor,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Mojo Men,
Popol Vuh,
Rakim,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
OOIOO,
B.T. Express,
Lou Christie,
Moby Grape,
Brand Nubian,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Albert Ayler,
Charles Mingus,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Monolake,
Gastr Del Sol,
Colin Newman,
Kerrie Biddell,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.