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 Uzbekistan and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 grunge 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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Maurizio,
Pharoah Sanders,
Heaven 17,
Quantec,
Susan Cadogan,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Alarm Clocks,
Wire,
Ralphi Rosario,
Wings,
The Beau Brummels,
The Doors,
Yazoo,
Dead Boys,
Neil Young,
David McCallum,
Oblivians,
the Swans,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Oneida,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Matthew Bourne,
Isaac Hayes,
Marcia Griffiths,
Albert Ayler,
Lungfish,
Whodini,
This Heat,
Livin' Joy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Michelle Simonal,
New Age Steppers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Animal Collective,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Steve Hackett,
Deadbeat,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Count Five,
Nils Olav,
New York Dolls,
The Happenings,
The Monochrome Set,
The Music Machine,
FM Einheit,
Dual Sessions,
LL Cool J,
Outsiders,
The Victims,
T.S.O.L.,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Yusef Lateef,
Freddie Wadling,
10cc,
Ossler,
Brass Construction,
Crime,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Connie Case,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.