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 Belize and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Radio Birdman to the electroclash 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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar 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 güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Amon Düül II,
X-102,
Liliput,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Spoonie Gee,
Goldenarms,
Monolake,
Todd Rundgren,
Leonard Cohen,
48th St. Collective,
DJ Style,
Kenny Larkin,
Joe Finger,
Zero Boys,
Essential Logic,
Aloha Tigers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Model 500,
Blake Baxter,
Gang of Four,
Nico,
Deadbeat,
Oneida,
Mad Mike,
Y Pants,
Alison Limerick,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bob Dylan,
Saccharine Trust,
Glenn Branca,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Joey Negro,
X-Ray Spex,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Section 25,
Arcadia,
Black Flag,
Symarip,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jeru the Damaja,
Joe Smooth,
Bootsy Collins,
Kurtis Blow,
Letta Mbulu,
The Searchers,
Q65,
Joensuu 1685,
Hashim,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
PIL,
Sun Ra,
Harmonia,
Bang On A Can,
The Happenings,
Robert Görl,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.