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 Belize and from Glasgow.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the sitar 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 Cecil Taylor to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ra. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Josef K,
Ultra Naté,
The Real Kids,
Marcia Griffiths,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mandrill,
Trumans Water,
Black Moon,
Joy Division,
Suburban Knight,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Maurizio,
Robert Görl,
Newcleus,
Talk Talk,
Boogie Down Productions,
Banda Bassotti,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Delon & Dalcan,
Thompson Twins,
Agent Orange,
John Holt,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ohio Players,
This Heat,
Mr. Review,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Velvet Underground,
Television Personalities,
Lou Reed,
Tropical Tobacco,
Steve Hackett,
The Fuzztones,
Harry Pussy,
Erykah Badu,
Brass Construction,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jeff Lynne,
The Victims,
Pulsallama,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Q65,
Sam Rivers,
The Wake,
Sly & The Family Stone,
David Axelrod,
Nik Kershaw,
Matthew Halsall,
Monks,
Scientists,
Crispy Ambulance,
Soft Machine,
Royal Trux,
K-Klass,
The Last Poets,
Man Parrish,
The Saints,
Davy DMX,
DNA,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.