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 Andorra and from Lille.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 cv313 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Residents. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Clear Light,
Blossom Toes,
Cymande,
Tubeway Army,
Dual Sessions,
Essential Logic,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Shoche,
Animal Collective,
Andrew Hill,
The Mojo Men,
The Monks,
David Bowie,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Graham Central Station,
Nas,
Stiv Bators,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Curtis Mayfield,
Babytalk,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Fire Engines,
The Human League,
John Holt,
Pantytec,
The Offenders,
Angry Samoans,
The Last Poets,
T.S.O.L.,
The Smiths,
Depeche Mode,
Lindisfarne,
Swell Maps,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sixth Finger,
Flash Fearless,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Nils Olav,
The Wake,
Desert Stars,
The Misunderstood,
Glenn Branca,
the Sonics,
Ten City,
The Residents,
The Raincoats,
The Blues Magoos,
Sonic Youth,
Kayak,
Tommy Roe,
a-ha,
the Bar-Kays,
Sister Nancy,
Stereo Dub,
Warren Ellis,
Reagan Youth,
Flipper,
The Vogues,
The Names,
Pantaleimon,
Junior Murvin,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.