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 Albania and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Clear Light to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Half Japanese,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
DJ Style,
The New Christs,
John Holt,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ultra Naté,
Suburban Knight,
Sonic Youth,
Neil Young,
Outsiders,
Rotary Connection,
The Pop Group,
The Mojo Men,
Panda Bear,
La Düsseldorf,
The Modern Lovers,
The Fuzztones,
Hashim,
Sight & Sound,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Wake,
Mandrill,
EPMD,
Flash Fearless,
Altered Images,
Black Sheep,
Marine Girls,
Mo-Dettes,
Kerrie Biddell,
Blossom Toes,
K-Klass,
Nas,
Inner City,
Grandmaster Flash,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
L. Decosne,
Sly & The Family Stone,
John Cale,
Wire,
Curtis Mayfield,
Wings,
Jeff Mills,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Barry Ungar,
Charles Mingus,
Animal Collective,
Nirvana,
Dead Boys,
The Vogues,
the Normal,
LL Cool J,
Camouflage,
Barclay James Harvest,
X-101,
The Litter,
Anthony Braxton,
The Alarm Clocks,
Prince Buster,
Harpers Bizarre,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.