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 Kazakhstan and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bluetip to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Misunderstood,
Sällskapet,
Barrington Levy,
Warren Ellis,
Eve St. Jones,
Mission of Burma,
Bizarre Inc.,
Zero Boys,
Black Moon,
Charles Mingus,
Lungfish,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Goldenarms,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lou Christie,
Lee Hazlewood,
Johnny Osbourne,
Aloha Tigers,
Hashim,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bluetip,
The Fuzztones,
Roxy Music,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
R.M.O.,
The Stooges,
Rhythm & Sound,
Marine Girls,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Royal Trux,
Laurel Aitken,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Janne Schatter,
Patti Smith,
The Walker Brothers,
The Sound,
CMW,
The Toasters,
Darondo,
Connie Case,
MDC,
Arcadia,
Organ,
Yusef Lateef,
Vladislav Delay,
Pussy Galore,
Glenn Branca,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sound Behaviour,
Rekid,
Young Marble Giants,
Lalann,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Joe Finger,
Bush Tetras,
Tom Boy,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.