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 Benin and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Kurtis Blow to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jawbox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
Guru Guru,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Half Japanese,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Aloha Tigers,
Mad Mike,
Aural Exciters,
Tubeway Army,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Remains,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Gap Band,
One Last Wish,
Scientists,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fugazi,
Lakeside,
Parry Music,
Soul II Soul,
The Shadows of Knight,
UT,
Trumans Water,
Easy Going,
Marshall Jefferson,
Blancmange,
Desert Stars,
T. Rex,
The Fall,
Tim Buckley,
Kerri Chandler,
Eli Mardock,
The Slits,
Bronski Beat,
The Searchers,
Metal Thangz,
Crispian St. Peters,
Scott Walker,
Spandau Ballet,
Ponytail,
Grauzone,
Kaleidoscope,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gong,
Barrington Levy,
Public Enemy,
The Wake,
Bob Dylan,
Minny Pops,
John Coltrane,
The Standells,
Davy DMX,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Human League,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
CMW,
Reuben Wilson,
Country Teasers,
Wolf Eyes,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.