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 Colombia and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Suicide to the dance 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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Tears for Fears,
Matthew Bourne,
The Misunderstood,
The Modern Lovers,
Fat Boys,
The Gories,
Rapeman,
the Swans,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Cameo,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ludus,
Eddi Front,
EPMD,
Sexual Harrassment,
Severed Heads,
Vladislav Delay,
The Litter,
Absolute Body Control,
Trumans Water,
Yaz,
Soul II Soul,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Liliput,
The Standells,
Schoolly D,
Intrusion,
Q65,
Warsaw,
Suburban Knight,
Avey Tare,
The Gladiators,
Eve St. Jones,
Groovy Waters,
Hardrive,
Jacob Miller,
La Düsseldorf,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jandek,
Moebius,
MDC,
Cecil Taylor,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
48th St. Collective,
John Holt,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ultimate Spinach,
Hoover,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Goldenarms,
Carl Craig,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
L. Decosne,
Thee Headcoats,
Chrome,
Lightning Bolt,
Youth Brigade,
Fad Gadget,
Radio Birdman,
Mission of Burma,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.