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 Liechtenstein and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the 808 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 H. Thieme to the rap 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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Blake Baxter,
Skarface,
John Foxx,
Derrick May,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Barracudas,
Arcadia,
Reuben Wilson,
Yazoo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Five Americans,
T. Rex,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Letta Mbulu,
Fat Boys,
Faraquet,
Supertramp,
Ultravox,
Unwound,
Cecil Taylor,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
ABC,
Vainqueur,
Pylon,
Marine Girls,
Idris Muhammad,
Shuggie Otis,
Moby Grape,
Cymande,
Scientists,
Smog,
The Fuzztones,
Thompson Twins,
The Buckinghams,
The Martian,
Underground Resistance,
Schoolly D,
Black Pus,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Arab on Radar,
Average White Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
Roxette,
Peter and Kerry,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Circle Jerks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Isaac Hayes,
Jeff Mills,
Quadrant,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mad Mike,
Kenny Larkin,
Boz Scaggs,
Severed Heads,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.