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 Laos and from Accra.
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 Glasgow and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Amon Düül II to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The American Breed,
Mandrill,
Bill Near,
Drive Like Jehu,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Banda Bassotti,
Bootsy Collins,
The Wake,
Quantec,
Robert Hood,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bobby Byrd,
Marmalade,
Slick Rick,
Grauzone,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jacques Brel,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Five Americans,
Roxy Music,
A Flock of Seagulls,
June of 44,
Loose Ends,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Fuzztones,
Stiv Bators,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ponytail,
KRS-One,
Main Source,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Max Romeo,
Thompson Twins,
Lalann,
Model 500,
CMW,
Pagans,
The Evens,
Black Moon,
Sun City Girls,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Cal Tjader,
Flash Fearless,
Don Cherry,
Anthony Braxton,
The Selecter,
John Coltrane,
In Retrospect,
Josef K,
Alison Limerick,
Audionom,
Arcadia,
The Human League,
Yusef Lateef,
Radiohead,
Black Flag,
Pussy Galore,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.