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 Netherlands and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 linndrum 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 Jandek to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
New York Dolls,
David Axelrod,
Warren Ellis,
Vladislav Delay,
The Happenings,
John Lydon,
T. Rex,
Cameo,
The J.B.'s,
Subhumans,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Half Japanese,
Audionom,
Janne Schatter,
Crash Course in Science,
Monolake,
The Vogues,
Blake Baxter,
Nick Fraelich,
The Gories,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Trojans,
Gregory Isaacs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ultravox,
Archie Shepp,
Gang Green,
Black Moon,
the Soft Cell,
Lucky Dragons,
The Busters,
Bob Dylan,
Anthony Braxton,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rakim,
Mr. Review,
U.S. Maple,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Last Poets,
Sparks,
Animal Collective,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sight & Sound,
Pylon,
Yaz,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Minor Threat,
Joe Finger,
Drexciya,
Jeru the Damaja,
Traffic Nightmare,
Flash Fearless,
China Crisis,
The Five Americans,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tubeway Army,
10cc,
Jimmy McGriff,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.