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 Panama and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 arpeggiator 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the disco 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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
T. Rex,
Bob Dylan,
Kas Product,
John Lydon,
Bizarre Inc.,
Metal Thangz,
Ossler,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gang Starr,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lakeside,
Q and Not U,
Young Marble Giants,
John Holt,
The Standells,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Trumans Water,
The Grass Roots,
Dark Day,
Depeche Mode,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Little Man,
Main Source,
Whodini,
John Cale,
Eddi Front,
The Slits,
Joensuu 1685,
Thompson Twins,
Cymande,
Johnny Osbourne,
Todd Terry,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Fall,
Tomorrow,
Warren Ellis,
Ultravox,
Pharoah Sanders,
Aaron Thompson,
Sister Nancy,
Hardrive,
Interpol,
Joe Smooth,
The Dirtbombs,
The Blackbyrds,
The Trojans,
The Fugs,
The Black Dice,
Pagans,
Robert Wyatt,
Massinfluence,
Banda Bassotti,
Maleditus Sound,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Associates,
Fatback Band,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.