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 Sweden 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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 The Busters to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Lou Reed,
These Immortal Souls,
Cheater Slicks,
Scion,
Organ,
Sonny Sharrock,
X-101,
Tommy Roe,
The Knickerbockers,
Agitation Free,
The Buckinghams,
Fugazi,
The Beau Brummels,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Niagra,
Derrick Morgan,
Unwound,
Judy Mowatt,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jeff Mills,
Model 500,
Aaron Thompson,
Sarah Menescal,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Skarface,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Crime,
The Gap Band,
Erykah Badu,
Kayak,
Fat Boys,
Spoonie Gee,
Funky Four + One,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
T.S.O.L.,
Fatback Band,
Bluetip,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Dave Clark Five,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Tubeway Army,
Rod Modell,
DJ Style,
Ice-T,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kas Product,
Bang On A Can,
Buzzcocks,
The Trojans,
Eden Ahbez,
Anthony Braxton,
Los Fastidios,
Mark Hollis,
E-Dancer,
Eric Dolphy,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.