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 France and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Jawbox to the punk 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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fatback Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Gabor Szabo,
Ponytail,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Section 25,
Q65,
Bronski Beat,
The Sound,
Mandrill,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Davy DMX,
Tomorrow,
Brand Nubian,
The Misunderstood,
The J.B.'s,
Nirvana,
Roxy Music,
Peter and Kerry,
The Walker Brothers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Gladiators,
June of 44,
Lungfish,
Depeche Mode,
Ice-T,
Janne Schatter,
Sandy B,
Charles Mingus,
Idris Muhammad,
Gang Gang Dance,
Technova,
Flipper,
Colin Newman,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Japan,
X-Ray Spex,
Tears for Fears,
K-Klass,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kayak,
James White and The Blacks,
The American Breed,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Popol Vuh,
Aaron Thompson,
Zapp,
Little Man,
Yellowson,
ABC,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Neu!,
Johnny Osbourne,
Masters at Work,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fluxion,
The Tremeloes,
Buzzcocks,
Man Parrish,
Blancmange,
Kurtis Blow,
Basic Channel,
The Neon Judgement,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.