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 El Salvador and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Man Eating Sloth to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Stockholm Monsters,
Althea and Donna,
Mars,
Dave Gahan,
The Trojans,
Clear Light,
Wolf Eyes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Banda Bassotti,
Suicide,
Ultravox,
Crispy Ambulance,
Isaac Hayes,
Grey Daturas,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Moebius,
Scrapy,
Reagan Youth,
The Blues Magoos,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
La Düsseldorf,
Jacques Brel,
Blossom Toes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Tim Buckley,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Techniques,
The Raincoats,
Boredoms,
Underground Resistance,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gang Green,
Rosa Yemen,
The Move,
The American Breed,
Deakin,
Pantaleimon,
Sandy B,
Jeff Mills,
Todd Rundgren,
Mr. Review,
Tres Demented,
Qualms,
Sam Rivers,
Half Japanese,
Wasted Youth,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Simply Red,
Iggy Pop,
MC5,
Trumans Water,
Harry Pussy,
Supertramp,
Wings,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Last Poets,
Bad Manners,
Youth Brigade,
Aloha Tigers,
Severed Heads,
the Germs,
F. McDonald,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.