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 Fiji and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The Remains to the techno 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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders 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 rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
The Monks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Excepter,
The Moody Blues,
The New Christs,
Bauhaus,
Rod Modell,
Laurel Aitken,
Angry Samoans,
Skarface,
John Coltrane,
Barry Ungar,
U.S. Maple,
Ultra Naté,
Dorothy Ashby,
Barbara Tucker,
Eric Dolphy,
The Count Five,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lower 48,
Popol Vuh,
Joey Negro,
Scientists,
Roxy Music,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Derrick Morgan,
Accadde A,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Searchers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Quadrant,
June of 44,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Shadows of Knight,
Shuggie Otis,
The Dead C,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Swans,
Hardrive,
Lou Reed,
Pet Shop Boys,
Desert Stars,
Adolescents,
Dark Day,
Sarah Menescal,
Scratch Acid,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Knickerbockers,
Interpol,
the Human League,
The Beau Brummels,
Tom Boy,
KRS-One,
DNA,
Q65,
Khruangbin,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Spoonie Gee,
Jerry's Kids,
Roy Ayers,
The Associates,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Divine Comedy,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.