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 Russia 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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Slits to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Grass Roots,
Bluetip,
Lou Reed,
Minnie Riperton,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Masters at Work,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Drexciya,
Bad Manners,
Terry Callier,
Morten Harket,
David McCallum,
Niagra,
Judy Mowatt,
Dead Boys,
Roy Ayers,
Gang Green,
Peter & Gordon,
Man Parrish,
Joensuu 1685,
Bobby Womack,
Country Teasers,
New York Dolls,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Sonics,
Symarip,
Blossom Toes,
X-102,
Grey Daturas,
Sun City Girls,
Parry Music,
Deadbeat,
Darondo,
Little Man,
La Düsseldorf,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Junior Murvin,
The Martian,
Ituana,
The Busters,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Tres Demented,
Brick,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
U.S. Maple,
Sixth Finger,
Pagans,
Hasil Adkins,
Sister Nancy,
The Red Krayola,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Banda Bassotti,
Archie Shepp,
Rod Modell,
Khruangbin,
Toni Rubio,
Wire,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Sound,
F. McDonald,
Curtis Mayfield,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.