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 Iceland and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Stockholm Monsters to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Tropical Tobacco,
Toni Rubio,
Make Up,
Danielle Patucci,
The Cowsills,
Letta Mbulu,
the Human League,
The Music Machine,
8 Eyed Spy,
Tommy Roe,
B.T. Express,
Lindisfarne,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Section 25,
Robert Wyatt,
Zero Boys,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Funky Four + One,
Rekid,
Scrapy,
Oblivians,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Alison Limerick,
Brothers Johnson,
Soulsonic Force,
Interpol,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eric B and Rakim,
Maleditus Sound,
Donny Hathaway,
The Raincoats,
Rod Modell,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Gun Club,
One Last Wish,
Laurel Aitken,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ten City,
Bill Near,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Swell Maps,
Donald Byrd,
Aswad,
The Electric Prunes,
Vainqueur,
Eve St. Jones,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
DNA,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
China Crisis,
Chris & Cosey,
Pulsallama,
Faust,
Harmonia,
a-ha,
Parry Music,
Bronski Beat,
Peter and Kerry,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Unrelated Segments,
Thompson Twins,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.