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 Azerbaijan and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Television to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sex Pistols,
Adolescents,
Minor Threat,
Bob Dylan,
The Divine Comedy,
The Neon Judgement,
The Smoke,
Fugazi,
Panda Bear,
Idris Muhammad,
The Birthday Party,
The Blues Magoos,
Joensuu 1685,
Brand Nubian,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gang Gang Dance,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Motions,
Echospace,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lungfish,
Thee Headcoats,
Rufus Thomas,
Icehouse,
Lindisfarne,
Reuben Wilson,
Donald Byrd,
The Standells,
JFA,
Monolake,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Niagra,
Juan Atkins,
Ornette Coleman,
Arab on Radar,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
New Age Steppers,
Ludus,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ultimate Spinach,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lou Reed,
Todd Terry,
Liliput,
Grey Daturas,
DJ Sneak,
The Sound,
Bobby Womack,
Ultravox,
Easy Going,
Pole,
Black Flag,
Stereo Dub,
Chrome,
The Dirtbombs,
Funky Four + One,
New York Dolls,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.