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 Swaziland and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 David Bowie 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 T. Rex to the grime 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 The Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Terry Callier,
The Doors,
The Detroit Cobras,
L. Decosne,
Moebius,
The Zeros,
Camouflage,
Glambeats Corp.,
Popol Vuh,
Scan 7,
Skarface,
Niagra,
Silicon Teens,
Eden Ahbez,
Scrapy,
Skaos,
The Associates,
The Fortunes,
Dorothy Ashby,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Fuzztones,
Lower 48,
Joensuu 1685,
DNA,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Modern Lovers,
Davy DMX,
Isaac Hayes,
Jeru the Damaja,
F. McDonald,
Rites of Spring,
Flash Fearless,
Slave,
Eddi Front,
the Swans,
Rekid,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Fire Engines,
New York Dolls,
Idris Muhammad,
Minor Threat,
Reagan Youth,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gichy Dan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
New Order,
Pantytec,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Slackers,
Swell Maps,
Outsiders,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Agent Orange,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Black Pus,
Kerri Chandler,
Tommy Roe,
The Neon Judgement,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.