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 Belarus and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 synthesizer 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 Remains to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
The Sonics,
Pere Ubu,
Inner City,
The Happenings,
The Walker Brothers,
Jandek,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Fear,
Leonard Cohen,
Ituana,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Magma,
Toni Rubio,
Erykah Badu,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Associates,
Black Pus,
Severed Heads,
E-Dancer,
Avey Tare,
The Slits,
The Doobie Brothers,
Harmonia,
Malaria!,
Cheater Slicks,
The J.B.'s,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Average White Band,
Parry Music,
The Index,
Derrick Morgan,
Hot Snakes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
kango's stein massive,
Chris Corsano,
Joyce Sims,
The Offenders,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pole,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bob Dylan,
Sexual Harrassment,
Q and Not U,
Can,
The Motions,
Popol Vuh,
Slave,
Simply Red,
The Remains,
Yaz,
Bronski Beat,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Massinfluence,
New Age Steppers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.