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 Japan and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 Bologna and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Mars to the grunge 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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Toasters,
The Tremeloes,
Hoover,
Crash Course in Science,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Selecter,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Zapp,
The Walker Brothers,
Yaz,
Agitation Free,
Radio Birdman,
the Swans,
The Searchers,
New York Dolls,
E-Dancer,
the Sonics,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Birthday Party,
The Skatalites,
Grandmaster Flash,
Maurizio,
Ultimate Spinach,
Con Funk Shun,
The Blues Magoos,
Prince Buster,
Warsaw,
Minnie Riperton,
Supertramp,
Reuben Wilson,
Funkadelic,
Inner City,
Robert Wyatt,
Joensuu 1685,
Tubeway Army,
Malaria!,
Grey Daturas,
Mo-Dettes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Seeds,
Interpol,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Stooges,
Byron Stingily,
Soul Sonic Force,
Hardrive,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Black Bananas,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Grass Roots,
Wolf Eyes,
The Cowsills,
Connie Case,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Germs,
Lou Reed,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.