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 Iraq and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 arpeggiator 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the grunge 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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Brick,
Eric B and Rakim,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Doors,
Can,
Gong,
Ituana,
Half Japanese,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Warsaw,
Gichy Dan,
The Cowsills,
Au Pairs,
Arthur Verocai,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jacques Brel,
Roy Ayers,
Soft Machine,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Scrapy,
Main Source,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Wake,
Susan Cadogan,
Das Ding,
Hashim,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Juan Atkins,
The Litter,
John Cale,
Gil Scott Heron,
Patti Smith,
Blancmange,
Roxette,
The Electric Prunes,
Mark Hollis,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jawbox,
Metal Thangz,
Subhumans,
Slick Rick,
Babytalk,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
LL Cool J,
The Human League,
Black Flag,
KRS-One,
Wasted Youth,
Connie Case,
Faraquet,
Panda Bear,
Tres Demented,
E-Dancer,
Section 25,
Charles Mingus,
Jandek,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Easy Going,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.