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 Zambia and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bremen.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Gang Green to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz 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 an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Camouflage,
Josef K,
Boogie Down Productions,
Don Cherry,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Spandau Ballet,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mandrill,
Roger Hodgson,
Los Fastidios,
Au Pairs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
In Retrospect,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Second Layer,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Motions,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fugazi,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Juan Atkins,
Nico,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Moody Blues,
The Smoke,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Chris & Cosey,
Swans,
Pantaleimon,
Neu!,
Sex Pistols,
The Fall,
Sam Rivers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bobby Byrd,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Deadbeat,
Harpers Bizarre,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Buckinghams,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Blossom Toes,
Section 25,
Mark Hollis,
PIL,
The Moleskins,
The Tremeloes,
Ludus,
Danielle Patucci,
Jeff Lynne,
Magma,
Grey Daturas,
Graham Central Station,
Dawn Penn,
Rosa Yemen,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rites of Spring,
The Victims,
Rod Modell,
Soul II Soul,
Fatback Band,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.