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 Zimbabwe and from Madrid.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Rapeman to the rap 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 The Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
The Doors,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Siglo XX,
Mars,
Chris Corsano,
Sixth Finger,
Boz Scaggs,
Zero Boys,
John Holt,
The Divine Comedy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Velvet Underground,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Dorothy Ashby,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Flash Fearless,
Model 500,
KRS-One,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
MDC,
Isaac Hayes,
Gichy Dan,
Drive Like Jehu,
Accadde A,
Lyres,
Surgeon,
the Human League,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Unwound,
Basic Channel,
Toni Rubio,
Nico,
Johnny Osbourne,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Von Mondo,
Dave Gahan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rotary Connection,
The Smiths,
Nils Olav,
Oneida,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Essential Logic,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Kinks,
R.M.O.,
Arthur Verocai,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gang of Four,
Bobby Byrd,
Man Parrish,
Susan Cadogan,
The Victims,
Brick,
Scan 7,
Shoche,
Sonny Sharrock,
Stetsasonic,
The Electric Prunes,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.