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 Thailand and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Glasgow.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Traffic Nightmare to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
June of 44,
Neil Young,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Wire,
The Durutti Column,
Qualms,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Shoche,
Theoretical Girls,
Crash Course in Science,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Soul II Soul,
La Düsseldorf,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Outsiders,
The New Christs,
MDC,
Cameo,
The Sound,
Schoolly D,
Von Mondo,
Derrick May,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Stereo Dub,
The Pretty Things,
Cal Tjader,
The Beau Brummels,
Brand Nubian,
New Order,
The Last Poets,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Quando Quango,
The Selecter,
Pussy Galore,
Fat Boys,
Ronan,
Max Romeo,
Janne Schatter,
Jeff Mills,
Deepchord,
Alton Ellis,
Procol Harum,
Cymande,
The Alarm Clocks,
Juan Atkins,
K-Klass,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Aaron Thompson,
Minor Threat,
Sonic Youth,
Suburban Knight,
The Fuzztones,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bill Near,
Steve Hackett,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Faraquet,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.