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 Afghanistan and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 mellotron 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 Bang On A Can to the techno 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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Lalann,
Ultravox,
The Detroit Cobras,
Negative Approach,
Youth Brigade,
Patti Smith,
Los Fastidios,
Altered Images,
Kerri Chandler,
Carl Craig,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Tubeway Army,
Chris Corsano,
John Holt,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Crispian St. Peters,
Nico,
Gang of Four,
Public Image Ltd.,
The United States of America,
Cluster,
Excepter,
Man Parrish,
Hot Snakes,
Siglo XX,
Rekid,
Stereo Dub,
Darondo,
Stiv Bators,
Jawbox,
Schoolly D,
Agitation Free,
the Slits,
Joey Negro,
Soft Cell,
Stetsasonic,
Sam Rivers,
the Fania All-Stars,
John Cale,
The Smoke,
Traffic Nightmare,
Robert Görl,
The Standells,
New Order,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Young Marble Giants,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Deakin,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Victims,
Newcleus,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Slackers,
Todd Terry,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Fall,
David McCallum,
Bobby Womack,
Yusef Lateef,
Warren Ellis,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.