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 Burkina and from London.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 oboe 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 Glenn Branca 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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Basic Channel,
Pagans,
Metal Thangz,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Velvet Underground,
Scan 7,
KRS-One,
Kurtis Blow,
The American Breed,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Black Sheep,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Quadrant,
Matthew Halsall,
Yellowson,
Jawbox,
Japan,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Girls At Our Best!,
One Last Wish,
Ultravox,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Crime,
MC5,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
UT,
Simply Red,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Trumans Water,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Stooges,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kerri Chandler,
Wings,
Gong,
The Red Krayola,
Althea and Donna,
June of 44,
Au Pairs,
The Selecter,
Supertramp,
Crispian St. Peters,
Toni Rubio,
Intrusion,
Quando Quango,
Chris Corsano,
Faust,
Robert Hood,
Accadde A,
China Crisis,
T. Rex,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Leonard Cohen,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Cramps,
Throbbing Gristle,
Marine Girls,
Unwound,
Wolf Eyes,
The Martian,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.