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 Italy and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 808 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 Fugs to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Aswad,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
EPMD,
Carl Craig,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Masters at Work,
Howard Jones,
DNA,
Roger Hodgson,
Jacob Miller,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Fire Engines,
Depeche Mode,
The Cure,
The Buckinghams,
Animal Collective,
The Knickerbockers,
Joey Negro,
The Skatalites,
Leonard Cohen,
The Evens,
8 Eyed Spy,
D'Angelo,
Mad Mike,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Raincoats,
Little Man,
Amon Düül,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Star Department,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Blackbyrds,
Brass Construction,
Can,
Neil Young,
Nas,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Monolake,
Ultra Naté,
Laurel Aitken,
John Cale,
the Slits,
JFA,
Panda Bear,
Cecil Taylor,
Sällskapet,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lyres,
Eric Copeland,
ABC,
the Bar-Kays,
The Barracudas,
The Dead C,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Swans,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.