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 Macedonia and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale 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?
The Last Poets,
Cal Tjader,
Sound Behaviour,
The Golliwogs,
Arcadia,
Q and Not U,
Jacques Brel,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mission of Burma,
Animal Collective,
Y Pants,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Piero Umiliani,
Niagra,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eli Mardock,
10cc,
Outsiders,
Ornette Coleman,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Yaz,
The Stooges,
Tropical Tobacco,
Peter & Gordon,
Icehouse,
Eric Dolphy,
Barrington Levy,
Yazoo,
Pere Ubu,
David McCallum,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Crooked Eye,
Echospace,
The Trojans,
Trumans Water,
The Modern Lovers,
Lee Hazlewood,
John Foxx,
MC5,
The Star Department,
Circle Jerks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Fire Engines,
Das Ding,
Sandy B,
Quantec,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gang Green,
One Last Wish,
Black Bananas,
Interpol,
Loose Ends,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Oneida,
Duran Duran,
Soft Machine,
Boogie Down Productions,
Technova,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gang Starr,
Amon Düül II,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.