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 Micronesia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 EPMD to the rap 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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Dark Day,
Moss Icon,
Mission of Burma,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Girls At Our Best!,
Todd Rundgren,
Sparks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Slackers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Byron Stingily,
T.S.O.L.,
Scrapy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Slits,
Aloha Tigers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sun City Girls,
Eric Copeland,
The Monks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Electric Prunes,
Monks,
David McCallum,
Slick Rick,
The Doobie Brothers,
Von Mondo,
Stereo Dub,
Massinfluence,
Peter & Gordon,
The Monochrome Set,
Jawbox,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gichy Dan,
Theoretical Girls,
Malaria!,
Flamin' Groovies,
Swans,
H. Thieme,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Alison Limerick,
Marine Girls,
Sonic Youth,
Peter and Kerry,
The Fugs,
Thompson Twins,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sällskapet,
Kurtis Blow,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Glambeats Corp.,
K-Klass,
Duran Duran,
Symarip,
Josef K,
Underground Resistance,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
E-Dancer,
The Victims,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.