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 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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 Nils Olav to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Althea and Donna,
DJ Sneak,
Chris & Cosey,
Black Pus,
The Fugs,
The Black Dice,
10cc,
Banda Bassotti,
Mr. Review,
Faust,
Sonic Youth,
Hasil Adkins,
Stetsasonic,
Eddi Front,
Ice-T,
Ossler,
Brothers Johnson,
Fear,
Carl Craig,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Funkadelic,
Simply Red,
Outsiders,
Bill Wells,
Amon Düül II,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Shadows of Knight,
Derrick Morgan,
H. Thieme,
Al Stewart,
Johnny Clarke,
Brand Nubian,
Soul II Soul,
David Axelrod,
The Associates,
Duran Duran,
Steve Hackett,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bad Manners,
Cybotron,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Eden Ahbez,
Talk Talk,
Country Teasers,
Underground Resistance,
Moss Icon,
Jandek,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eric Dolphy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Japan,
Girls At Our Best!,
Minor Threat,
Soft Machine,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Human League,
Amon Düül,
X-Ray Spex,
Gichy Dan,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.