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 Solomon Islands and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 güiro 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 Birthday Party to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
The New Christs,
Josef K,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The United States of America,
Lou Reed,
Saccharine Trust,
8 Eyed Spy,
Whodini,
Andrew Hill,
Neil Young,
The Selecter,
Mr. Review,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Fania All-Stars,
Schoolly D,
Royal Trux,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Model 500,
kango's stein massive,
Deepchord,
Sandy B,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jandek,
Rapeman,
Dual Sessions,
Bobby Womack,
Y Pants,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gichy Dan,
Kurtis Blow,
The Vogues,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Fela Kuti,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Absolute Body Control,
Camberwell Now,
Negative Approach,
The Doobie Brothers,
Robert Görl,
Hardrive,
The Moleskins,
Basic Channel,
Tomorrow,
Pantaleimon,
Maleditus Sound,
James White and The Blacks,
Brick,
Massinfluence,
Terry Callier,
The Smoke,
Youth Brigade,
The Moody Blues,
China Crisis,
Mars,
Stereo Dub,
The Residents,
The Doors,
Anakelly,
48th St. Collective,
Lungfish,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.