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 Azerbaijan and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 The Martian to the disco 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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Alarm Clocks,
Newcleus,
a-ha,
Agent Orange,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Scan 7,
The Dead C,
Mars,
Section 25,
Slave,
Reuben Wilson,
Average White Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Marine Girls,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Black Sheep,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Sonics,
Easy Going,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Wasted Youth,
The Buckinghams,
World's Most,
Au Pairs,
Soul Sonic Force,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
R.M.O.,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Stiv Bators,
Talk Talk,
Basic Channel,
The United States of America,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Quantec,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eddi Front,
Marmalade,
Gregory Isaacs,
Derrick Morgan,
Hardrive,
Niagra,
The Gladiators,
Quadrant,
E-Dancer,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ultravox,
Minutemen,
Pet Shop Boys,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kurtis Blow,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Colin Newman,
The Black Dice,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Q65,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.