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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 harpsichord 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 Thompson Twins to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Standells. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Pantytec,
The United States of America,
The Fuzztones,
Von Mondo,
Hot Snakes,
Unrelated Segments,
Dual Sessions,
Second Layer,
B.T. Express,
Lebanon Hanover,
Symarip,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kurtis Blow,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Alphaville,
Joe Finger,
the Slits,
John Foxx,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bang On A Can,
Crime,
Brick,
New Order,
Flash Fearless,
Khruangbin,
Fad Gadget,
Jeff Lynne,
Bob Dylan,
Scientists,
Rites of Spring,
Hardrive,
Hashim,
the Germs,
Archie Shepp,
Jeru the Damaja,
Section 25,
Public Image Ltd.,
Roxy Music,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Amon Düül II,
Ituana,
The Selecter,
Robert Hood,
Spandau Ballet,
Ossler,
Tubeway Army,
Tres Demented,
Zero Boys,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sister Nancy,
The Kinks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The New Christs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Evens,
Bush Tetras,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Modern Lovers,
Morten Harket,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.