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 New Zealand and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 chamberlin 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 Panda Bear to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Kurtis Blow,
Hashim,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Grass Roots,
Banda Bassotti,
Television,
The Blues Magoos,
The Victims,
Robert Wyatt,
The Blackbyrds,
Nation of Ulysses,
Al Stewart,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
H. Thieme,
Steve Hackett,
Tears for Fears,
Joy Division,
Joyce Sims,
Mr. Review,
Model 500,
The Martian,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Gories,
Mary Jane Girls,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
DNA,
Patti Smith,
The Dave Clark Five,
Graham Central Station,
Icehouse,
Dennis Brown,
Trumans Water,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Juan Atkins,
John Cale,
the Soft Cell,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Busters,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Harmonia,
Pere Ubu,
Deakin,
Tres Demented,
Lalo Schifrin,
Main Source,
Gang Starr,
Quadrant,
LL Cool J,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Chrome,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Tropical Tobacco,
Talk Talk,
The Slackers,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Sound,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Five Americans,
Cluster,
Archie Shepp,
Magma,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.