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 Iceland and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Paris.
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 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 Trumans Water to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Accadde A,
Deepchord,
48th St. Collective,
Public Enemy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Sound,
Magma,
EPMD,
Fat Boys,
The Residents,
Das Ding,
Television Personalities,
Eve St. Jones,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Minnie Riperton,
FM Einheit,
Barrington Levy,
Arcadia,
The Fortunes,
Barclay James Harvest,
Terry Callier,
Robert Wyatt,
Junior Murvin,
Amon Düül,
a-ha,
Lungfish,
Thompson Twins,
John Lydon,
Monolake,
The Gories,
X-102,
The Slackers,
Josef K,
The New Christs,
Mary Jane Girls,
John Foxx,
Subhumans,
Aswad,
Oneida,
The Fugs,
Wasted Youth,
The Red Krayola,
The Evens,
Quantec,
Stereo Dub,
Radiopuhelimet,
Massinfluence,
Sun Ra,
Deakin,
Pussy Galore,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Scott Walker,
Hasil Adkins,
Tom Boy,
Thee Headcoats,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Smog,
Yusef Lateef,
One Last Wish,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.