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 Malta and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 guitar 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 B.T. Express to the rock 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 The Zeros. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
Newcleus,
Echospace,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Byron Stingily,
Susan Cadogan,
The Monochrome Set,
The Mojo Men,
Basic Channel,
The Angels of Light,
Michelle Simonal,
Zapp,
Banda Bassotti,
The Modern Lovers,
Organ,
Television,
U.S. Maple,
Pantytec,
The Pretty Things,
The Neon Judgement,
the Germs,
Brand Nubian,
Joy Division,
Glenn Branca,
Thee Headcoats,
Monolake,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Victims,
Radiohead,
David Axelrod,
Suburban Knight,
Thompson Twins,
Average White Band,
The Cramps,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Public Enemy,
The Selecter,
Ten City,
Carl Craig,
Cecil Taylor,
The Black Dice,
Bauhaus,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Hot Snakes,
Royal Trux,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Swans,
The Blackbyrds,
Babytalk,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Japan,
Das Ding,
Excepter,
Nas,
Johnny Clarke,
Unwound,
Barbara Tucker,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Porter Ricks,
KRS-One,
Kerri Chandler,
Don Cherry,
Theoretical Girls,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.