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 Montenegro and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 808 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 Monks to the jazz 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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Drexciya,
One Last Wish,
The Offenders,
Glenn Branca,
Yazoo,
Rapeman,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lungfish,
DJ Sneak,
48th St. Collective,
DJ Style,
The Toasters,
Joey Negro,
Urselle,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Mummies,
Desert Stars,
Deepchord,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ronnie Foster,
Hardrive,
Warren Ellis,
The Stooges,
Interpol,
8 Eyed Spy,
David Bowie,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Quando Quango,
10cc,
The Moleskins,
Television Personalities,
Donny Hathaway,
Prince Buster,
Public Enemy,
Vladislav Delay,
Gerry Rafferty,
Yusef Lateef,
Joe Smooth,
Rhythm & Sound,
Black Pus,
Bobby Byrd,
Tom Boy,
The Monks,
Electric Prunes,
Minutemen,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Techniques,
Wings,
Tubeway Army,
Little Man,
The Tremeloes,
Rites of Spring,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
B.T. Express,
Whodini,
New Age Steppers,
Niagra,
Freddie Wadling,
The Electric Prunes,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.