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 Mexico and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 Mumbai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 The Velvet Underground to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Donny Hathaway,
Quando Quango,
Minny Pops,
Colin Newman,
The Barracudas,
Hardrive,
Electric Prunes,
Soul II Soul,
Country Teasers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mary Jane Girls,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Agent Orange,
Barry Ungar,
MDC,
Cybotron,
The Five Americans,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Leaves,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
DJ Style,
The J.B.'s,
Wolf Eyes,
Marmalade,
Moby Grape,
Glambeats Corp.,
Amazonics,
Ronnie Foster,
Harpers Bizarre,
Barrington Levy,
Gang of Four,
Inner City,
Second Layer,
The Tremeloes,
The Standells,
Junior Murvin,
Essential Logic,
Tres Demented,
Little Man,
Boredoms,
Nik Kershaw,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Roxy Music,
Peter and Kerry,
The Dirtbombs,
Scratch Acid,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Fire Engines,
Kurtis Blow,
Minnie Riperton,
Thee Headcoats,
A Certain Ratio,
The Fortunes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Moebius,
Chrome,
Arcadia,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.