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 Solomon Islands and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Seeds to the grime 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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sun Ra,
Arthur Verocai,
Symarip,
June of 44,
Camberwell Now,
Khruangbin,
Chris & Cosey,
Bootsy Collins,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Surgeon,
Interpol,
Erykah Badu,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pulsallama,
The Monks,
The Last Poets,
James White and The Blacks,
Sandy B,
Accadde A,
Gang Gang Dance,
John Foxx,
The Red Krayola,
Todd Rundgren,
Gang Starr,
Gil Scott Heron,
Electric Prunes,
Prince Buster,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Blancmange,
Clear Light,
Ohio Players,
Oneida,
Lakeside,
The Trojans,
The Flesh Eaters,
DNA,
Organ,
The Neon Judgement,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lucky Dragons,
Quadrant,
The Stooges,
Terrestrial Tones,
Little Man,
The Victims,
Eric Dolphy,
Pylon,
The Divine Comedy,
Johnny Clarke,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bang On A Can,
Skaos,
Popol Vuh,
Tom Boy,
Aaron Thompson,
the Germs,
Spoonie Gee,
Nico,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.