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 Turkmenistan and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 harpsichord 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 The Martian to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Procol Harum,
Infiniti,
Scan 7,
Roxette,
Niagra,
Simply Red,
B.T. Express,
Section 25,
Technova,
Sixth Finger,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Scion,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bobby Byrd,
The Knickerbockers,
The Blues Magoos,
Y Pants,
Neu!,
Funky Four + One,
Sun Ra,
the Normal,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Happenings,
Kerri Chandler,
Lee Hazlewood,
CMW,
Pharoah Sanders,
Quantec,
Ponytail,
The Dave Clark Five,
Underground Resistance,
Lightning Bolt,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eddi Front,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Intrusion,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Shadows of Knight,
Agitation Free,
Lungfish,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Echospace,
Kevin Saunderson,
Skarface,
The Red Krayola,
Altered Images,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
U.S. Maple,
The Selecter,
The Count Five,
Second Layer,
Mantronix,
The Mojo Men,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Fuzztones,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sällskapet,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Stiv Bators,
PIL,
Deakin,
Sex Pistols,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.