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 Niger and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gabor Szabo to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jawbox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Shoche,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ronnie Foster,
Von Mondo,
Subhumans,
the Germs,
The Seeds,
Henry Cow,
Ken Boothe,
Quantec,
Prince Buster,
Goldenarms,
Matthew Halsall,
Nick Fraelich,
The Cosmic Jokers,
China Crisis,
The Residents,
Byron Stingily,
Sam Rivers,
PIL,
Alton Ellis,
Pantaleimon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Yellowson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Con Funk Shun,
Pulsallama,
Barry Ungar,
The Blues Magoos,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ludus,
DNA,
Albert Ayler,
Ultra Naté,
Wire,
Sällskapet,
MDC,
Tropical Tobacco,
Panda Bear,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fugazi,
Bill Wells,
Tommy Roe,
The New Christs,
Todd Terry,
Oneida,
Urselle,
Boogie Down Productions,
Crooked Eye,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Crime,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Blake Baxter,
Magazine,
Yusef Lateef,
Eli Mardock,
Depeche Mode,
Average White Band,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.